And as you see it, rollin' my weed up
Baby, I need you, baby, I feel you
Got that sick margarita, got a thick mamacita
Rollin' all of my weed up, I'm like, baby, I need you
I pulled up in the road, but these bitches really don't know us
On you talkin' that *, I pull out that pistol and blow it
I'm like, girl, where you goin'? I got weed that I'm rollin'
And it's only that point, if you want, you can smoke it
I got that good gas
Rollin' through your blinds, dog
Rollin' through your blinds, dog
Rollin' through your blinds, dog
Rollin' through your blinds, dog
Look at my bitch, a baddie
All I be rollin' is fatty
So they be callin' me daddy
Used to be ridin' the caddy
Now I pull up in a Rari
Tell all my haters I'm sorry
I'ma be flexin' and flexin' until I ain't dead
Little bitch, you know that I ain't sorry
Hippity-hop, so they gon' talk
So they gon' rock, kickin' the rocks
Kick it like rocks, so they gon' pill
She don't wanna stop, beat up the box
Leave in that base and I tell her
Then pull out that pistol, I know that I reload
Little bitch said I'm fuckin', I give her nothing
I kick her off, tell her don't freeload
Freeload, damn, motherfucker, wanna take that money from you
Won't give it right back
So they gon' call my phone when I hit that
So they gon' wanna go through my trap
Anyone talkin' that *, they get popped
Cause I got me a hitter, I keep in the back
If you talk to the mice, then you be with the rack
If you full of the garbage, you take out the trash
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, don't you lie to me
Girl, do I look like a toy? Don't you play with me
All that * that they be doin', that's that foolery
That ain't new to me, ain't nothin' new to me
I got flavors of that weed, depending on what you need
We rollin' a cigarrello, we pick through that purple green
She got a lot of them fellas, but ridin' alone with me
She got a lot of them fellas, but ridin' alone with me
She said if she really down, I brought her through for the team
Rollin' my weed up, baby, I need you
Baby, I feel you, got that sick margarita
Got a thick mama cedar, rollin' all of my weed up
I'm like, baby, I need you
I pulled up in the road, but these bitches really don't know us
On you talkin' that *, I pull out that pistol and blow it
I'm like, girl, where you goin'?
I got weed that I'm rollin', and it's only that point
If you want, you can smoke it, I got that good guys
Rollin' down the aisles
Build it off, let it blow, throw some green blast off
Rollin' through we blast-off
Rollin' through we blast-off
Rollin' through we blast-off
79ц, hoes in a band-o
Pulling up that weed, I feel like Rambo
I ain't gone * with you, no scandal
Shorty wanna leave with me, no bigger
Girl, why you talkin' and chillin' with him?
He ain't all that at this, music straightforward
Wolves that I ain't even hear nothin'
Everybody soundin' like mosquitos
Rollin' that weed up, shorty want me though
Went a mile through the city
With all of my brothers in buildings
I'm feeling like began
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I * about tony, yeah
Yeah, give me that poppy, yeah
On that poppy, yeah
On that poppy, yeah