Smoker Face

[Intro]
I blow it by the O
Yeah bitch
Cudi wassup nigga? We should smoke after this. Real shit

[Verse 1]
Uh, quality weeds in it
They tell me you don't get to die twice, so the high life, we livin'
Throw parties wit bad bitches, the cribs so foggy its hard to see in it
Got girls that wanna go places, scared to show up wit me
They say I'm bad for they image
Oh well, I roll up another L
You thinkin' you got the bomb, a real smoker can tell
Only drink Gin when I fucks wit the liquor
And only smoke joints, I don't fuck wit the swisher
Stayed the night once, now she done smokin' swishers
And I ain't passin' shit, I don't fuck wit you niggas Cuz
I'm smokin' by my lonely
Everyone else tired, high
I'm rollin' up watchin' Family Guy
Finna call Spitta, He the only nigga that can smoke how I smoke
Known as Mister blow it by the O

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I never hold it
Puff, puff, pass
And keep the roach if you smoke it last
A nigga loaded, lookin for another joint but I already rolled it
Chop show me that
And nigga my credit good in every neighborhood
Loan me dat
You probably be where the lames and them phonies at
Poor thing, I'm used to rollin up and smoking the whole thing
Them otha niggas claim and sayin that they get high and leave it wit all kinds of seeds
Probably why you hit it and get the smoker face
This ain't loud, this a noise complaint
Smoke like I got a point to make
That's why everytime you see me got a joint to bake
Tell me dog bring his own in case you need a reminder, mister blow it by the
O-O-O-O-o, o, o, ooooo
Yeah bitch