Roll It Up, Light It Up

It's Friday mornin' where the w**d at

Let me dip into my pocket for my fat w**d sack

'Cause I wanna get high

Like a plane in the sky

With the indo cloud in ma brain

Where da f**k are my zig zags and my lighter

So I can roll it and set on fire

Damn I wish I had scissors

'Cause this sh*t is so sticky that

It's gettin' on my f**kin' fingers

But it's smokeable

Double tokeable

I got the one hit that's with that

Bombay sh*t that's tokeable

I wanna do a joint venture

Lemmie make sure there ain't no

Lump in the goddamn center

Impregnated

Lookin' joint f**k it

I can smoke it and I still get faded

Roll it up

Light it up

Smoke it up

Inhale exhale

Roll it up

Light it up

Smoke it up

Inhale exhale

Roll it up

Light it up

Smoke it up

Inhale exhale

Roll it up

Light it up

Smoke it up

Inhale exhale

East coast hittin' that blunt

West coast hittin' that honey dip

Marijuana joint

And I want another hit

Roll it up light it up

Smoke it up

I wanna stimulate ma mind

So I toke it up

Can I get a hit

Can I get a woooo

Gimme that fat bag a'w**d in da room

So I can get faded elavated

Smoke a joint down to a roach

Then I ate it

I stand two to the guess guy

Off by as I keep runnin from the chota

Gimme that w**d fool in your big stash

Puto don't be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up

Light it up

Smoke it up

Inhale exhale

Roll it up

Light it up

Smoke it up

Inhale exhale

Roll it up

Light it up

Smoke it up

Inhale exhale

Roll it up

Light it up

Smoke it up

Inhale exhale