[Intro: French Montana]
That's that disel baby, might've just coughed up some (Haha)
[Chorus: Fashawn & French Montana]
G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round (Light up)
G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
[Verse 1: Boaz]
Have you ever woke up in the morning? (Morning)
And ever somethin' missin' from your jar? (The jar)
You check beneath the couch, the kitchen, your pockets
Uh, shorty it's time to hop back in the car
But first let me get G'd up, with gold on my sneakers
The new era to match my purple and white Adidas
This is me and my old diva, who know how to ride reefer
I'm shotgunning in the double barrell in that two seater
Another day in Cali F-O-R-N-I-A
Range Rover from the same soil [?]
So pass that I hit the former seat for a fat sack
Still smelling like the last batch
A block later I was smoking
I probably got it out of the oven
Got me sneaking out the lobby cuz my product is ballin'
Santiago the dopest
As far as I know
It would take an hour to roll up all this sour we holding nigga
[Chorus: Fashawn]
G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
[Verse 2: Fashawn & French Montana]
Pass the dutchie on the left side (Left side)
The leaf rap title ready to smoke let's ride
Hit the record store (Record store)
Get the latest release
Niggas shit be the same, they just changing the beats
Or maybe it's the weed talk, maybe
I swear when I was lighting the joint I saw [?] sparking
Ya'll be jaywalkikng (What?) I be G-Walking (Huh?)
Stop the traffic there you go [?]
I swear I got to keep it on the low (Uh-huh)
In the whip I got atleast an O
They like "You got some for sale?"
Nah homie these dreams could blow
We posed to got a couple inches of snow
But he ain't know
Homie said he from the south
I never got a problem, but knew I was smokin' good
Was talking with cotton mouth
[?] thought I'd never shout him out
Real niggas get recognized
I would never count you out just because
[Chorus: Fashawn]
G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound
Light it up everybody gather round
[Bridge: Fashawn, French Montana, French Montana & Fashawn]
You wake up early mornin'
Send your daily prayers
Then get your rolling papers
Crack some windows (Time to get high)
Why you takin' the smash, reading them magazines
Sittin' there breaking the past (Shit, I know you tryna' get high)
[Verse 3: GLC]
Church on the mood, fully that's the principle
Catch me with some pretty hoes, rollin' them magicians oh
Try to prove to me, so she finna roll
And so she cold, with them ciggaretoes
They comin' togheter, catch them on another level
Bubblegum kush, I'm high as ever
Her girl look good, she fly as ever
Now she tryna figure out what's my dealing
[?], acting like we been togheter
What I'ma do with them, it's two of them, I like that better
I did it, that's my answer, straight up clever
[?]
[Outro: Fashawn & French Montana]
[?], New York smoke somethin' (Time to get high)
ATL roll that, MIA light that, New Orleans smoke somethin' (Time to get high)
Chi-Town roll that, H-Town light that, the whole south smoke somethin' (Time to get high)
Colorado roll that, California light that, Arizona smoke somethin' (Time to get high)
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