Pass The Blunt
Bitch I'm high as a motherfucking satellite
Who got a light?
I'm outta sight, outta mind pimp
Matching dimes
Don magic Juan, roll the greenery
It's what I need
Where my shin and thigh meet
Huh, yeah I'm such a fucking stoner
Everywhere I dwell you can
Smell the marijuana odor what the hell?
(What the hell?) That's that fire, man
Call the fireman, or the supplier man
Tell him slide a gram (soulo, soulo
Soulo) You know we smoking that dour
Two titans back to back call 'em Twin Towers
(Haa, Haa) And anytime I'm on the ground
I stop, drop, and roll then burn it down!
If that's exactly what you're
Doing right now put your lighters up
And wave them round and round
Puff, puff, give, real shit
I'll probably run through seven pounds
Will Smith
Pass the blunt, Pass the blunt
Man you tryna smoke or what?
Four deep in the Hooptie finna
Roll the windows up
Pass the blunt, pass the blunt
White paper, Optimo
Backwoods, Dutches, Swishers
Even Phillies filling up
Smoke some, bitch
Black Hippy, sticky in the peace pipe
No I'm no Ru
But I'm throwing up the peace sign
Smoke fill the room every time a nigga inside
And when I'm off this I feel like the HNI
See no seeds in my product that's a no no
I'm three dollars short and I'ma
Need it for the lolo
I owe the weed man down the street, also
I got the munchies and I haven't ate, ocho
(Fuego, fuego, fuego) Ab-Solo
I hit the blunt then pass it
The horseman on my polo
Daddy Fat Sacks (Smoke something bitch)
I mean til that motherfucker
Burn your fingertips
Watch your lip, concentrate
Let's see how much more you can take
(I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's)
And when your bitch call tripping
Pimp man this is what you say
(I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's)
Pass the blunt, Pass the blunt
Man you tryna smoke or what?
Four deep in the Hooptie finna
Roll the windows up
Pass the blunt, pass the blunt
White paper, Optimo
Backwoods, Dutches, Swishers
Even Phillies filling up
Got something in that optimo swisher
Got me feeling right i'm feeling like
Transformer forming in the highest height
(Yesss)
Michael Thriller night, moonwalk in flight
(yea, yea)
Heaven or hell, I be good in paradise
(uh, uh) i give you satellite (uh huh)
Or some other shit
Prada Louie printed shit's
Getting money growing off the tree
Dough dough
You never smoke but always want the trees
Popo! And that's a no no
I get your son, I take his lung
I let you keep the photo
The swisher burning keep me
Earning everything in slow-mo
Be the posse, no 'parazzi
Kick it like a dojo wake and bake, elevate
Let's see how much more you can take
(I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's)
And if this month I earn a thou
Then fuck it I'll buy a vowel
(I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's)
Smoke some, bitch
