We be the illest
We be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
We so [bad word]  ill!

[Verse 1: Kev Nish]
Yeh, I be Illin' out from LA, I be illin' out all the way
Got a v-mail from my K-Town chick
That wanna hook up and blaze
I got OG cannabis (can I bust?)
Girl, one puff will put you in your grave
Got three pills and four jimmy hats, cause we don't kid and play
Popov, yo, guess who's getting [bad word] No [bad word] can't out-drink us
If you sipping that hate, don't get drowned,
So cold polar bears on my nuts
Y'all know who we be, I hold it down for the East
Cause I keeps it pimpin', Peter Griffin, yellow tinted on Z's

[Bridge: J-Splif]
Drippin' on yo couches
Drippin' on yo couches
Sippin' Tanqueray with Orange Bang we on that Tropicana
Drippin' on yo couches
From the hills to public housing
If you feelin' ill then [bad word] you ill
Be the illest on a thousand