Good weed, eyes low, ooh woah No, we ain't gotta stress no more Count it up, smoke gas slow, ooh woah Pounds for the low, call my cell phone No, I don't let shop close, ooh woah Froze, yeah, my neck so cold, ooh woah Clones, I'm the connect start handin' out clones Every day wake up and get stoned I'm talkin' all-natural I'm rollin' them bats up now The police don't pat 'em down I see they be down bad I'm rollin' up laughing now These fools be sick, so when I roll six I don't even pass 'em now Homie don't even ask 'em now
Black market on the East side thеy boxed up and got rich For that same thing they doin' now homiеs locked up and I'm [?] In a whoop wham still boxed up while them white folks get rich (On God) So I make sure that I buy something every time I make the money flip (What?)
Now I be like For the low Pounds for the low We got, pounds for the low For the low Pounds for the low We got, pounds for the low For the low Pounds for the low We got, pounds for the low For the low Pounds for the low We got, pounds for the low
Rollin' weed and I trip Make money then I dip (Ayy, yeah) Won't ask for a sip Self-made like Nip (Yeah, yeah) Boys got chick ways Ride waves like ship (Yeah, yeah) The game know we good business 'Cause we got it like this baby (What?)
I done made classics Come to that grass you don't even have to count Whole turkey bag I roll it up fast It don't even last 'em now Wow, how? Now they wan' flag 'em down I do what I want ain't putting 'em amount
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