Leaf Wraps

[Verse 1: Quiiso] Green leaves for the tree smoke Told her come and see Quiis for the D-stroke Big nigga with the slick talk Two steppin' got a motherfuckin pimp walk Go on back that ass up for a real nigga Catch a booty like the chills, nigga yes lawd! Low pass but I play hard, stack it all up the money in the gold yard! Hey, take that, take that, need a new-ass Maybach With the top all off it and the insides jet black Bout to take off jetpack, you can bank that, bet that Bout to shoot my shot though, you can bet I wet that Yes Quiis baby, uh Bout to hit you with the heat baby Feelin' like I just won a three-peat baby New man, he ain't stackin' up to me baby And big boy pockets when I post up in the paint, yea Two fingers when I'm playing in the paint, yea Couple shots bout to burn a nigga face, yea Silly rabbits I ain't never finna chase, yea [Chorus] Don't be alarmed Thought you knew we go hard PG big dogs on the yard Thought I told you long start Lemme sip my drank Gettin' money what you think? Big troubles when I'm slidin to the bank Need a house in the hills, no Hank Know I come up with the funk and you know that shit stank Had to go and level up my rank Fresh Vans and you know they ain't laced, yea Can't be Owls or the Swishers with the taste Got the green leaf wraps when I'm rollin' up the dank, let's smoke Let's smoke, let's smoke, let's smoke, let's smoke [Verse 2: Jack Harlow] Don't know what I should do with myself Shot myself in the foot, and I'm screwin myself Get the check, don't know what Imma do with the wealth Prolly spend it on myself, and I use it to help somebody else Wait, somebody help I need assistance, she talks about her interests, I listen Because I'm good at that Taking off on these bitches I ain't looking back Feel like Tip with the crooked hat This my verse, where the hook is at I-I-I think I'm almost done I can break it down for you, get it 101, like Zoey Bout they say about me, don't know me And you hit me once a week and ask me how the shit goin' I could tell you, it's going real smooth Bout' to get that big check, I ain't never goin' to school Yes sir, I been sayin' that since 11th grade And speakin' of it can you take me back to them better days? I need's that, and I miss it Coming back home, let you know when Im'a visit [Chorus] Don't be alarmed Thought you knew we go hard PG big dogs on the yard Thought I told you long start Lemme sip my drank Gettin' money what you think? Big troubles when I'm slidin to the bank Need a house in the hills, no Hank Know I come up with the funk and you know that shit stank Had to go and level up my rank Fresh Vans and you know they ain't laced, yea Can't be Owls or the Swishers with the taste Got the green leaf wraps when I'm rollin' up the dank, let's smoke [Verse 3: Shloob] Headshot, game on point like red dot Camcord stunt girl, clicks on red dot Make my hair rot, don't want desktop I ain't playin' games with your XBOX She gon' fuck a nigga outta wedlock Lockjaw tongue got that dick in a headlock Leaf Wraps got me stoned like bedrock Smokin' with the big nigga with the dreadlocks Mo' vibe for your head top Urban shot it, no offense but boy you bet not Bet not, lot's a toppy taking breaks so im'a stop it, yea Redhead hoe, call that Jessie Rocket hey And I been acting like a misfit And I'm floatin' off a hit of the piff stick Miss fit got that ass on Bisquick Thick bitch suck dick with the fit-bit on, Ooh