The finest weed we burn on
I told her she could learn from
Me, she said I'm arrogant but she said that's a turn on
Said "Turn off your line", I said "You gotta turn off yours too"
Bitch, I can't turn off my grind, just take a turn on this zoot
We got pure yak in this plastic cup
Drop it low, she back it up
Forget about your man becah that nigga, he just acting up
Yeah she know she cute, dancing while I roll my zoot
You can be my private model, come let's have a photo shoot
X-rated, explicit, picture looking so exquisite
Proper little house raver, she just dropped some X in it
She won't commit adultery cause I'm covered in Dolce
I got her on my camera phone, she looks so pretty don't she?
If you only knew all that shit she only do
That I tell her to, I could probably bring all my homies through
Trill shit, B Brown, my nigga Chip from T town
She heard I'm a cheater, that's how I know she's down
I tell that girl "Stop stressing"
Come we get this weed, let's get this shit, let's have a session
Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing
Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke
I know he been stressing you, that's why I been pressing you
I make sure you never queue for them raves, he ain't letting you
Go so let him go, toke this and take flight
You know me, I never handcuff, only when it's getting freaky time
And these bitches know I'm all that, tell these hating niggas "Fall back"
And if your pussy game's off the Richter scale, I might even pay for your cab
Yeah my heart's cold, December, I am real, no pretender
I've been smoking on amnesia, what's your name cah I don't remember?
I don't mean to be rude, baby it's just banter
Them niggas say they balling, they full of shit, Pampers
So don't believe everything you hear
Chip, Blade Brown, real niggas right here
Everything's set right for a good night
Got a jimmy and a drink and a spliff right here
Yeah I'm the man, seventeen I was paying tax
Most my niggas sell green and white, green and white like the Naija flag
Hustle gang, we on the go, counting G's, smoking O's
Tonight I'm having a celebration, I'm celebrating not being broke
I tell that girl "Stop stressing"
Come we get this weed, let's get this shit, let's have a session
Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing
Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke
