Stressin'

[Verse 1: Blade Brown] The finest weed we burn on I told her she could learn from Me, she said I'm arrogant but she said that's a turn on Said "Turn off your line", I said "You gotta turn off yours too" Bitch, I can't turn off my grind, just take a turn on this zoot We got pure yak in this plastic cup Drop it low, she back it up Forget about your man becah that nigga, he just acting up Yeah she know she cute, dancing while I roll my zoot You can be my private model, come let's have a photo shoot X-rated, explicit, picture looking so exquisite Proper little house raver, she just dropped some X in it She won't commit adultery cause I'm covered in Dolce I got her on my camera phone, she looks so pretty don't she? If you only knew all that shit she only do That I tell her to, I could probably bring all my homies through Trill shit, B Brown, my nigga Chip from T town She heard I'm a cheater, that's how I know she's down [Chorus: Blade Brown] I tell that girl "Stop stressing" Come we get this weed, let's get this shit, let's have a session Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke [Verse 2: Chip] I know he been stressing you, that's why I been pressing you I make sure you never queue for them raves, he ain't letting you Go so let him go, toke this and take flight You know me, I never handcuff, only when it's getting freaky time And these bitches know I'm all that, tell these hating niggas "Fall back" And if your pussy game's off the Richter scale, I might even pay for your cab Yeah my heart's cold, December, I am real, no pretender I've been smoking on amnesia, what's your name cah I don't remember? I don't mean to be rude, baby it's just banter Them niggas say they balling, they full of shit, Pampers So don't believe everything you hear Chip, Blade Brown, real niggas right here Everything's set right for a good night Got a jimmy and a drink and a spliff right here Yeah I'm the man, seventeen I was paying tax Most my niggas sell green and white, green and white like the Naija flag Hustle gang, we on the go, counting G's, smoking O's Tonight I'm having a celebration, I'm celebrating not being broke [Chorus: Blade Brown] I tell that girl "Stop stressing" Come we get this weed, let's get this shit, let's have a session Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke