[Intro: Justin Bieber]
I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

[Verse: A.C.]
Finally up but I need more bucks, Prada fit
I smoke until I need some more bud, zaza shit
Inhale that shit into my soul, I feel that shit
She asks me when I'm coming over, real life shit
And I say oh, the way she breath me in, lick and caressing on my skin
She wanna know if I'm the type to wanna wife and not one night it's only right I hit that kitty couple more times
Before I write I couple more rhymes
I got my peaches out in...