Im smokin loudly, i woke them all I pick up that tree, when its not far Im gone off that tree, when its not tall Im in love with tree, i'm a avatar I pick up a o from my nigga ralphie my bro and me but he is not alfie gone off that goo punch, it makes me drowsy roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy daaamn if you aint know i make these girls nice smokin paper and bows my ladies like blunts, hit em twice if not once then i blow em off and just pass em to my bro now catch me gettin brain if a nigga not learnin i be spendin money if a nigga not earnin catch me in the back seat if im not stirrin and i be rollin up if a nigga not burnin
I got 5 on it (Got it good) Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it (Got it good) It's got me stuck, cannot go back I got 5 on it Potnah, let's go half on a sack
you know a nigga like to stay up at that cruisin altitude up in the sky try to fuck with paper planes but its not the same high cleveland niggas aint no bitches we prefer the cigarello smoke if you say it take away from taste then get some better smoke cuz the shit i blow can be smoked on the next block aint no middle man everything you need is in stock this glock is all the security i need i be solo dolo when you see me blowin on some weed why speed? no need i be just takin it slow i be so clean diesel overpowers my cologne now all the bad bitches who blaze are shiftin this way yall just some white doves with these leaves i am the sensei now bow to the bag, never save the best for last when I come around niggas know to hurry up and pass fuck a dime set lets cop a quarter pound what the fuck is you gonna put down nigga I got five
I got 5 on it (Got it good) Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it (Got it good) It's got me stuck, cannot go back I got 5 on it Potnah, let's go half on a sack
Hot wired 6'4 hydraulics not stolen lost my keys I was high patna fuck you want this a raw paper not a blunt you must got me mixed up with chip cuz this spitta zig zag a whole zip up shit strong shoulda came with a big pick up bitches callin me wanna smoke beggin for me to pick her up she blow me while im blowin rings of that killa that weed you smokin brown fake weed too much makeup clown get real smoking green strawberry fields high standin up feelin like im layin down couple boojey judies came round actin all stuck up now they just stuck from smoking with us how the hallways smellin is my windows open enough I hear walkie talkies is security comin up?
I got 5 on it (Got it good) Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it (Got it good) It's got me stuck, cannot go back I got 5 on it Potnah, let's go half on a sack