Don’t roll that weed without no grabba
I need that kick, that punch, in my chest
Once that spliff is hot as lava
That’s when that m#th*rf#ck*r hits the best
They know that’s how it go…I can’t smoke that sh#t
n#gg#s know if I roll that sh#t, then it got to have ‘toe
Make it punch like a socker bopper, or Muhammed Ali
Leave n#gg#s on the ropes…
And this weed so loud, telling Beezy “I need more now”
Cause this that dope, it’ll make you float, in the middle of the
Ocean, the sh#t I get is potent, but even if it’s
Zaza, I’m mixing it with the grabba
I got, problems, I got to have my sh#t wild hot
And it be funny the way it’s making the time fly
Hit it, it give me a lil’ smirk…AH HAAAA
You smoking that kid weed, coming to my side
Grown business, strong spinach, popeyes
Cookies coming with colors, why it look tie-dye
Then I pour in the brown, sh#t got me high five
Then I pour in the grabba, sh#t got me high five
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