Left My Weed

Ayy bro, who got smoke? Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on High as the condo OG seasoned cilantro, I blow I think I left my wallet and lighter in El Segundo I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed, oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, pull up to front, party goin' live Everybody happy when the Dogg arrive Boss in the buildin', party with a real one Pocket full of racks and still number one bonafide Show you right Post up with a few bottles, a few models Make a toast to the boss life, I do the honors I make the hits to make the deals to make the dollars And I smoke to that Reachin' in my Louis bag Tryna find that King Louis stash Yeah, I'm 'bout to do 'em bad Baby, wanna take a flick I'm like, "Cool make it quick 'cause I still can't find my shit" Reach a little deeper, now I'm mad No weed in the party, all bad I'm in the parking lot, headed to the whip 'Cause now this party ain't shit I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed, oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, shit, I did it again Nigga movin' too quick, tryna get with my friends To get fucked up, I got my coffee cups and the brewskis But hold up, I noticed I'm missin' my ooh-weed Like Snoop D, I need at least two Sweets to soothe me Blunt wraps, Swishers and loose-leaf Now I got to go back to the crib And try to sneak in, I hope my gal don't shoot me Thinkin' I'm lyin', I'm tryin' to have a good time Barbecue, music, and hood vibes Wonder should I make a call to come through with an ounce When damn, I got two at the house Now I got to make a decision Should I hit the back door with precision? Or maybe I should bum from my coffee brothers They be gottin' Red Dead Redemption vision I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (Can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed, oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy bro, who got smoke? Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on