My bitches bad, looking like some evil witches

Casting spells in the kitchen, we don’t wash no dirty dishes

Rolling like some hobbits, pop the Sauron and we shire bound

Pull up with a ten-piece on my back, Gandolf the Brown

My weed bag is old and leather, but it’s holding together

Holding a hundred, man, it’s been that way forever

Rolling the joint like a cinnamon stick

I'm feeling like Bilbo Baggins, never leaving the crib

On my way to the Baggins house, I'm the plug of the shire

Got that old gold leaf in the bag, come on, light up the fire

Man, I need a couple Bilbos for the Bilbo

Frodo in the backseat, he rolling up some old dough

How can you hate me? I ain't done shit

I been staying out the way, like the feds got a list

Yeah, I'm posted in the middle of the woods, getting lit

Gandolf the Brown, come on, get off my dick

It was dark when I came to the shire

It's always dark when I come to the shire

It was dark when I came to the shire

It's always dark when I come to the shire

It was dark when I came to the shire

It's always dark when I come to the shire

It was dark when I came to the shire

It's always dark when I come to the shire

Gandolf the Brown, old drippy the kid

The old wizard with the magic in his pocket, it’s lit

Heard you like to play with fire, come and smoke on the flame

I’m off the couch, like I’m wearing the ring

Magic mushrooms in the morning, they go great with my eggs

You say you roll a half an ounce, you ain’t smoking the same

I put an ounce in a log, then we all smoking tree

They say, "Maddie, why you tripping?"

Bitch, it’s the weed

My bitch looking like Arwen

Her lips soft, call her Lórien

She got the sauce, don’t be boring

She got the sauce, don’t be boring