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