[Intro: Nathaniel Taylor, Demond Wilson & Mac Miller]
Say, my man, what are you doin'?
Hey, Rollo, what's happenin', man?
Look here, I'm gonna ask you a question, uh
Does that look like wild parsley to you?
You mean that marijuana?
Hey, look there, baby, it's just about ready to be harvested too
Yeah, well, just stay away from it, Rollo
Hey, man, don't worry, it's enough for everybody
Rollo, just stay away from it now
Now get in the house
Now, well, we gotta think of some way to get rid of that stuff
Hey, don't worry, baby, I'll do it
Wait a minute
I know, I-I'll burn it
That's exactly what I had in mind
Yeah
Y'all already know what it is, man
TreeJay, the motherfuckin' Grow Op
Ladies and gentlemen, I go by the name of Mac Miller
And I'ma start rappin' to y'all in a second, but
I gotta light this first
You know that's important, man
It's motherfuckin' 4/20, I’d like to wish y'all a happy holiday
I want y'all to put this in, turn it on
Have some pre-rolls ready
And don't stop smokin' 'til this shit's done, man
The man Big Jerm on the beat
TreeJay, smoking icon
I'ma tell you one time, man, I ain't gon' tell you again
All y'all fools who think you smoke
I put you up against my mans TreeJay
I bet you fifty thousand dollars he'll smoke you under the table
That's real, holla at me
Alright, so, let's see
[Verse: Mac Miller]
Uh, uh, yeah
Still blowin' trees like a hurricane
And I knock a pussy out with my herbal stra— (Yeah)
Still blowin' trees like a hurricane
And I knock a pussy out with my herbal stra—
Uh, uh, yeah
Still blowin' trees like a hurricane
And I knock a pussy out with my herbal strain, ha
Have 'em fast asleep
Look at 'em laughin' like, "Pass that weed"
Haven't made a weed song in a minute though
'Cause I've been gettin' dough, now it's back to gettin' smoke
Have a motherfucker high on her tippy toes
Then zip a O, now you smokin' with a pro
So what you know about that?
You smoke weed, what you know about wax?
Haha, cookin' it up
At the airport, TSA lookin' at us
You used to smoke that dirt, you couldn't adjust
When you had to hit that kush
You was used to the bush like W. George
Come hit this killer and I promise that you gonna end up sittin' in the morgue
Most Dope blow the most smoke, that's a fact, bitch
Plus-size section with my blunt, that's a fat bitch
Why you smokin' on that [?]?
Why you even have it? Pillow tight weed on my mattress
You now rockin' with TreeJay, Clockwork the DJ
Smokin' another after that, replay
Most Dope, motherfucker, this The Grow Op
My weed stinkin' like Justin with no socks
Yeah, I'm a show off, probably has him mad as fuck
I'll give him bars, I'm Bugs Bunny, he Daffy Duck
What you lookin' at, motherfucker? Pass the blunt
"Lucky Ass Bitch" video, where is it? Cut, cut, cut, cut
Like a eighthy though, these other crews smoke less than the Navy though
Find me smokin' blunts with Fran and Vinny Radio
That's The Come Up, smoke until the sun's up
Light another blunt (Light it up)
Yeah, motherfucker, this The Grow Op
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