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