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[Hook] God damn You can smell that through the bag Damn right I brought some for the whole class God damn You can smell that through the bag Homie, where your head at? Break that up and roll that [Verse One] Fuck is you selling them? Man that Audiodope be propelling them All the competition, we excelling them All these compositions be like contradictions For that weak shit you put out on the block Hands together, boy we praying it stops Always got a better cross in my sock Always gotta keep in line for the AUX I don’t be cuffing this shit I don’t like cussing, got cuts on my wrists Yeah, you my bitch Mary, Mary, but she leaving me ripped Fairy Mary when she hitting my lips Straight from the earth my whole catalog Got them chasing the highs like it’s cat and dog Geodude, catch me rolling stone Rock and roll like Golem Looking like “I told ya, bitch” [Chorus] I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) I spit the wrap only with grass and twist it up I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) They come fast like “I can’t get enough” [Hook] God damn You can smell that through the bag Damn right I brought some for the whole class God damn You can smell that through the bag Homie, where your head at? Break that up and roll that [Verse Two] Puffing on that seaweed and forgot to look Got me so high I forgot the hook Smoking longer than an iodine half-life Blunt so big, probably hit it in a past life But I can get ya what you need if your cash right Like gas, like turn this shit to ash, right? Like trees, like leaves in the breeze Like grass, like green, like cheese when it stinks I’m saying when I’m up this high it’s panoramic Dab after dab, damn I can [] to speak And every evening I write my demons How I exorcise and made me to a heathen The reason I keep on blazing No persuasion is needed, I’m fiended Teach me the THC, I breathe in deep Toke low-key like I talk to gods or rebels And I’ma start-ah! [Chorus] I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) I spit the wrap only with grass and twist it up I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) They come fast like “I can’t get enough” Quit being wimpy and light it up My crew got the juice come be hype with us I know what you want, baby light it up Twist it, twist it up (Take off right into the sky with us) I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) They come fast like “I can’t get enough” [Hook] God damn You can smell that through the bag My crew got the juice come be hype with us I figured you into that kind of stuff God damn You can smell that through the bag Light it up, light it up Take off right into the sky with us