[Intro]
She don't wanna be left out
Letter hit the weed, this the best out
Came over to my crib with her chest out
Best friend hating, she the next one waiting
She don't wanna be left out
Letter hit the weed, this the best out
Came over to my crib with her chest out
Best friend hating, she the next one waiting
[Verse 1]
Kickin' the box, but you gotta have patience
Lame ass niggas, me and them, no relation
Come over to my crib and catch your vibration
'Nother hundred million, thanks to Live Nation
She love a pothead, we got good conversation
Use my GPS to type the destination
Told a homegirl to cook and bring my fucking plate in
Never seen a G, they be lookin' at me in amazement
[Chorus]
We 'bout to roll one up
Full our cups with that good stuff
She 'bout to come back up, take that up
'Cause she got that good stuff
[Verse 2]
Big bags and late night bong drags
Good kush, that's all we have
Told her to use a cone ‘cause she don’t know how to roll
Puerto Rican so her hair down to the floor
We just fucked, now she wanna fuck me some more
Make her wet, say she love my approach
Hit her from the back, make her feel it in her throat
Rolling up the kush, say my flavors really potent
You ain't gotta ask around, girl, you know it
Quentin Tarantino, when I see, I gotta focus
I'mma leave her back broken, eyes closed and nose wide open
Tired of them players, now you sitting where the coach at
[Chorus]
We 'bout to roll one up
Full our cups with that good stuff
She 'bout to come back up, take that up
'Cause she got that good stuff
[Outro]
Spend a lot of money, so they know my name
Different hella kush, you be glad I came
Nigga acted up, put him in his place
Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got errthing
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