Really Kush God, bitch, uh, right Roll one, light one, repeat Uh It's all lit, put the pack on scale First blunt is a personal blunt, you know me well New pot, I know that's gon' sell My only worry is I hope the Backwoods not stale Feelin' wavy, now I'm back on sale Yac' on chill, great numbers, tax on still These low numbers fuckin' up the game This bud here is four hundred for twenty eight grams Three if we came out the sand, wholesale A couple points for the trans, cause you my man Secure the box, make sure that my plans won't avalanche On they neck, so they brands won't have a chance First place, it ain't no runner-ups High is for the high, but keep some lows in the cut Break it down, make sure you run it up Why don't you make yourself useful, nigga Roll something up I got a pound for every bump on your face Tripled up my first month out of state Facetime, got Unc' on my case He tryna reach me, but I was crackin' a plate Live action, hundred pack in my face I text him back like "I'm safe" Make sure things cool back at the base After this re-up, it's gon' put us in a immaculate space [?] in the safe Everything on signal just incase that they happen to trace I don't need a signal, I don't wait for it to happen to break Gotta switch it up cause these niggas be jackin' the pace Like old nigga, you had your time, this ain't back in the day Might roll a half in a day My roach clips is like water bugs in a tray First place, it ain't no runner-ups High is for the high, but keep some lows in the cut Break it down, make sure you run it up Why don't you make yourself useful, nigga Roll something up Pack on my mind, never slackin' with mines Got some rats on my line, hope you back on your grind We rollin'