Roll It Up, Light It Up, Have A Puff, Lets Take A Plane x4
Nothing but gin in my trippy cup
Pouring more I can't get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff
I break it down, and it lifts me u-u-up
So much shining, So much diamonds
All that there come from so much grinding
So much weed up in my lungs, Im in the air, Im somewhere flying
In your town to cop me a pound, Show me one and I'll roll one
All my nigga straight drug addicts, Cause it takes one for you to know one
Bake some and never hold none
Young niggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus, Weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, My Chally parked by my old one
Gotta couple of rolley's dawg, but im usually rockin' tha gold one
Catchting flights on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close them
Don't talk a mill you aint sold one
Don't talk a pound you ain't smoke one
Roll It Up, Light It Up, Have A Puff, Lets Take A Plane x4