My Weed

[Talking]
I can’t wait till 420 drop
All my stoners, we gotta light up
Hit me up
You know we get high as fuck

[Verse 1]
I rolled it up
Guess I gotta smoke it all
I’m in my Rolodex
I’m full of hoes I never call
And I heard Keisha called
I told that broad to leave a message
She hate me because I’m rude and I don’t show affection
That’s mad depressing, rather have a smoking session
With some hoes from Texas
Got me driving slow and reckless
Man I’m so respected
Because my flow is so perfected
I just count the seconds right before I intercept you
My imperfection is probably why I’m so projected
To be the goat you never know
I got these n*ggas stressing
So why you n*ggas sweating?
I’m too cool, huh?
Water, cool off
I’m smoking weed
My baby, off of blue dog
You n*ggas pussy, I should call you wu-paw[?]
I’ll be flying suppliers and highest buyers
I hit like the 49ers
Don’t let me run out of fire n*gga

[Chorus]
And I could be the cleanest thing you done seen
Just don’t let me smoke the last of my weed
And I could be the meanest motherfucker you done seen in your dreams
Hold on, let me smoke the last of my weed
And most you n*ggas pussy, and all you hoes fake
Just stay up out my way while I burn this to the face
All you n*ggas pussy, and most you hoes fake
Just stay up out my way while I burn this whole eighth

And I be so high, and she be so low
And I just want the dough, and she just wanna blow [x2]

And I’m so, I’m so, I’m so cool on you n*ggas
Watch how killa come through on you n*ggas [x2]

[Verse 2]
She wanna check my timeline, trying to figure where I been at bat
She so fine, it make a n*gga wanna bend her back
She know I’m into that, and so I entered that
Told her I could fix her flat
Now she got her booty back
Repair man compare Cam to who you pray
I shake hands, made man, they stupid paid
She say I’m better with ice, I’m like a lemonade
So I kill that pussy all night, and put her in the grave
These dead presidents
Got no evidence
That’s a closed case
Get face
In my residence
I smoke effortless
I’m so excellent, with my black hands count green, I’m so prejudiced
They segregate them, these heffers [?] hate them, the son of Satan
I’m levitating while dubee facing and derby racing
You never heard me hating
But you heard of me blazing
Difference flavors, people think I’m half Jamaican, couldn’t save me

[Chorus]

[Talking]
Yo
First of all[?], I had a lot of fun rapping with you guys today, dog
This my shit man
Cam the Mac man
Moor Gang
West Seattle
You know how we do, dog
This that 206

Shout out my n*gga DJ El Grande
I love you guys