3:16

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
DZA 316, says light another one
Not your average pot smoker, got another lung
Nigga reek havoc in your spot, real troublesome
Boy I been a [?] since a shorty on the block doing number runs
Had the homies fire up [?] no run and gun
Refuge, pitbulls [?]
Crack a cold one, I need mo ones
This vintage, bitch, you can't cop this where you cop your [?] from
Smoking big out in Oakland
Pockets rotund, stone cold stunner in the flow, son
Nigga been killing since the get go
Toast to crime
And that's the bottom line
'Cause the kush god said so

[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]
Can I get a hell yeah?
Me [?] a steal chair
[?]
[?] keep a [?]
Know why [?] all mine
I rap without the punchlines
Just [?] sacks [?] til it's pitch black
Young living savage, bills pild, pussy automatics
Just 44's with foreign hoes to fold the fabric
Road runners, we hold the traffic
No soul, I can't afford to have it
I sold that when I sold the package
Can you survive the [?]
Not if we shooting [?] raddle snake the way the chopper be shooting
Bodies get moved up, [?]
Get cairied away, [?] give a fuck at you say
Middle fingers up, [?] fuck me
Can't get my face [?]
[?] leaning til my [?]
[?] 6 latters