I People See I'm Play ya give me some bro and I might just chill when I'm not typed I like the light another joint like Cypress I still do be spit logees when I'm puff on it. I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it go get the S the T ID S never the last I'm a little fresh roll and joints like the cigarette so pass it grow up the table like pink poem I'm gone being my chest like can't come it's on wrap my lips around the foody and when it comes to getting another Stovey fools all kick in like Shinobi know me like my homie to begin with it's too many hands to be Papa let that my friend hit bed unless you pull out the fact crispy $5 bill on the real before was history Cuz fools we having them vacuum lungs and if you let them hit it but bring you well the dumb The dumb dumb I come to school with a tailor on my illo But boy know the fictitious and weirdos that be throwing off the land like what the bomb at Give me two bucks you take a puff and pass my bomb back suck up the dink like a slurpee This serious bomb will make a niggie go delirious like Andy Murphy I got my growing paste and Maggie cuz homie snag me to take the day out of the bag I'm on it grab your phone let's get key I got five on it Mess it with that and no weed I got five on it It's got me stuck and I'm toe back I got five on it My na let's go hop on a side I take sacks to the face whenever I can No need no crap I'm so keyed up to the joint be burned in my hand Next time I roll it in a half a to burn slope so the ashes won't be burning up my hand Bruh who just can hit but they know they got a pitch him then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension Cuz I'll be damn if you get high off me for free Hell no you better bring your own slip cheap What's up don't baby sit that better pass the joint stop hitting cuz you know you got asthma Cracked the body open homie and guzzling cuz I know the weed in my system is getting lonely I gotta take a whiz test to my pio I know I feel cuz I the smoke major wheat bro And every time we with Chris that fool rolling up a fatty but the tango race straight I got five on it grab your phone let's get key I got five on it Messin with that in no weed I got five on it It's got me stuck and I'm toe back I got five on it My na let's go hop on a side I take sacks to the face whenever I can Hey make this right man stop at the light May my yesterday night then got me hung off the night train you fade I fake so let's Send to the east hit the strode a nine oh so we can roll big high she's I wish I could pay The eight but I'm no budget still rolling the two don't cut the same old bucket foggy Windows soggy endo I'm in the land getting smoked with my kid Fault been smoked yuck a spray a layer down up in the oake the town homies don't play around we down The blazer pound then ease up speed up through the ESO drink the big SOP up with the lemon squeeze up And everybody's bro, I'm the road that's quick the photo blunt out of a bunch of sticky dojo Hold up suck up my weed is all you do kick and feet because we're ibs we need to have like a foolful I got five on it grab your phone let's get key I got five on it Messing with that in no weed I got five on it it's got me stuck and I'm Joe back I got five on it but now let's go have fun of sad