Reefer Party
Thousand pounds of weed
Ridin' in my car so fast I
Won't turn down the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more
They break down to their knees
And suck me like a king
Rosé in my champagne glass and
Diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick
I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens I'mma need
A whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry
Too many lame niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I’m never home
Ever leave me round your bitch
I’mma get her stoned
And you know that I rock
Camos and brought fros back
And go download some of my old track
And go play somewhere there’s hoes at
Fucking high
And you down there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked
Go head hand me a joint, you can't roll that
I got a whole lot of OGs, and
I’m rolling up for anyone in
Here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yea it's a party, oh
It's a party everybody smoking papers
Nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up
Yea it's a party, oh, it's a party
Quarter pound of that sour
Thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke
See all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score
Fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand
But I ain't writing on the chalkboard
And I heard it's a party
It's a party it's a party but I’m cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I’m no fool
We give 5 j’s out half
Zips? Nigga thats really smoking
Ain't enough weed up in that
Swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high
They be hella low
When they gang up in the building
You gon’ smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard
Go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down
Niggas need some help
28 ain't enough you need more
All this weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying
Niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart
I got a whole lot of OGs, and
I’m rolling up for anyone in
Here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yea it's a party, oh
It's a party everybody smoking papers
Nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up
Yea it's a party, oh, it's a party
What I smoke in one day
These niggas don't smoke in one week
Riding round and it's just me, Pepsi can
Playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the
Run with me, comfortably, i’m smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me
Probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three
Let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya’ll chip in on a half
A zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit
It was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly
Thats ten planes with ten guys nine smoke
Meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, well get some P’s
Smoke your spliffs around your bitch
Tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call them G6′s
And it's just me chilling
Me and three bitches
Rolling up it's cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope
Make your lungs rip
