Smoke My Weed

Yo lemme roll my weed, got a fresh zip N just opened it please dont even think of hoping to see it Itll f*ck ya lungs up with all the smoke I breathe Twistin up backwoods back to back, homie on the way told them grab a pack Dont like sour dont be passin me that Smoke what I got and catch an asthma attack Ya chestll cave in youll be gaspin in fact You over there dyin and we laughin at that Smoke is where i am in my habitat At events out front is where Cap is at Chillin wit the stoners and them rappin cats Who be spittin in the cold wit they rappin ass Gotta roll my own man im facin spliffs Tryna be Smokey you aint pay for this Every blunt that i lights like an 8th in it Rollin different strains for the taste of it And if i dont know the name i find the page for it Raw papers is cool, but I hate them shits If it aint a backwood ill complain a bit So I keep a pack on me they my favorite shits I be breakin it up wit my finger tips In a single dollar bill that I keep for this Yo, lemme roll my weed, got a fresh zip N just opened it please dont even think of hoping to see it Itll f*ck ya lungs up with all the smoke I breathe Twistin up backwoods back to back, homie on the way told them grab a pack Dont like sour dont be passin me that Smoke what I got and catch an asthma attack I hit the plug, Im tryna twist a blunt Cuz they just re upped and got the shit I want Every time I order its a zip or plus And I lie to you not yo these shits be stuffed Edibles is incredible whenever used the bed is what im embedded to An L or 2 of some medical grade is how im gettin the day started I aint novice i stay sparkin i cant talk cuz my dazed thoughts Have me gazing off into the darkness I dont wanna chat cant you see that im smacked So I roll another bat and the weed is packed It keeps me on track... easy as that I keep me a stash wit no seeds in the bag No need for cologne cuz the weed'll mask it I smoke in my zone when i need relaxin Ima roll my own and not even pass Cuz you look like the type who be eatin ass SHEEESSSHH so dont even ask Witcho greedy ass, man ya weed is trash You the type to gut a dutch and leave the bag One puff from the blunt'll have you breathin bad Lungs fucked up tryna breathe wit Cap Face turning red and youll weeze and gasp Wit ya eyes all watery the scene is tragic But youll see me laughin cuz you think im gassin Its at least a half that i need for stashin So i keep a pack and i be smokin free I dont mean to brag its just the zone i be And i aint leaving that, yo believe The police could pass aint no provoking me Yo lemme roll my weed, got a fresh zip N just opened it please dont even think of hoping to see it It'll f*ck ya lungs up with all the smoke I breathe Twistin up backwoods back to back, homie on the way told them grab a pack Dont like sour dont be passin me that Smoke what I got and catch an asthma attack