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(Verse) I got a homie named Janet, say she never hit the weed Well that's kinda crazy to me cuz I'm in love with the trees I got gas and I'm puffin sour D's Got some cookie in the back and some triple OG Nigga please, I got whatever that you want I'mma teach you how to roll it, grab a paper roll blunt You can hit out a bong if it take too long She hit the weed and now she coughin Hold up with my phone lil mama Geekin, and her eyes red And now she gaspin for some air, she bout to drop dead And now I kick it with lil mama every Friday We just roll em back to back, we just some potheads, potheads (Hook) I'm high, it ain't nothing that can bring me down We bustin swishas and we rollin out the pound We keep them bad bitches and you never ever round, round But we high, it ain't nothing that can bring us down Look at them niggas that I hang around Light up the swisha, let that thing go around, round Now we high (Verse) Now let me tell you bout my potna man SongtexteHe always round the weed but he don't never hit the product He caught a couple cases, now that nigga on probation And I feel bad for him Cuz he can't taste the shit I'm tastin Got people thinkin we jamaican But we got some pretty bitches waitin And they all wanna is fuckin smoke So we gon let em spend the night so in the morning eggs & bacon I'm that nigga, young, rich, famous I got bitches, actresses, models, strippers & singers You can hit em, you know I show love Give me a swisha, I'm tryna roll up (Hook) I'm high, it ain't nothing that can bring me down We bustin swishas and we rollin out the pound We keep them bad bitches and you never ever round, round But we high, it ain't nothing that can bring us down Look at them niggas that I hang around Light up the swisha, let that thing go around, round Now we high Aus Songtexte Mania