Blunt G. - Roll the Weed Lyrics

Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me?
Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me?
It's ya boy Blunt G. Why they f*ckin' wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
It's ya boy Blunt G. Why they f*ckin' wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
WHY THEY FUCKIN' WIT ME?

I get the weed outta Florida, bitch. F*ckin'' wit this
Just when you thought it was cool nigga done got me pissed
And I don't give a f*ck about nothin' but gettin' rich
Money in my hand wit a baseball grip
And the hoes gone dance and the bass gone hit
F*ckin' wit me? Smokin' a zip!
I keep it so fly they be tryna clip
A nigga wingz. I be sippin' lean
Bitch goin' down on me like a submarine
I had to hit her on her booty like a tambourine
I take the medical weed like it's a vaccine
I'm gettin' higher than a bad bitch self esteem, ya know?
F*ck the hoe. Kiss my ass. Mistletoe
Shake it fast. Mistikal
I hate to brag. I been hit the hoe...ya know?
Feel me tho! I never been the typa nigga that'll steal ya hoe
I got the swagg and its platinum bastard, I'ma plastic bag em
If they want it I'ma seal it and tag it
Took a twenty dollar bill out the stripper's elastic
Now she mad mad shout out to Ratchet
And if a nigga fiya up that good weed, I got to match it
I'm a real nigga. Never been a faker. But niggaz hate ya
The courtroom wanna litigate ya. I'm goin' off like a pager
I'm tryna keep it cool like a radiator, but I'm in danger nigga what!?!
Put the wax on the blunt. Fire it up
And you know I stay high boy I'm never drunk
Call me Blunt G. and I'm rollin' up
I keep trees like a forest. Bubba Gump

Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me?
Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me?
It's ya boy Blunt G. Why they f*ckin' wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
It's ya boy Blunt G. Why they f*ckin' wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
WHY THEY FUCKIN' WIT ME?

I'm bout to do it again. I hope a nigga put some dro in the wind
You wanna hate on a nigga need to clean ya lense
Cause you really can't see me and you wanna be me and I wanna genie
I'm tryna get three wishes out you bitches
I gotta eat. Bon appetit. Delicious
I'm bringin' heat from Florida. I'm ambitious
Droppin' this shit in time for Christmas
Niggaz on that bullshit. I don't give a f*ck tho. Why they f*ckin' wit me!?!
I put the wax on the blunt even tho I'm smokin' tha dro cause I'm lovin the weed
Every day that I'm awake I'ma get baked hoe. That's the real Blunt G
And I don't give a f*ck about another niggaz pesos
Unless they comin' to me. What!?!
And I got the plug, why you was f*ckin' wit me but I ain't got no drugs?
I love my niggaz my niggaz gettin' shot no love
I'm like f*ck tha police. Why they f*ckin' wit us
You f*ckin' up my buzz. Drop a DAB on a nigga yellow like a school bus
Hit em wit the hot heat now he chillin' on the wax and we call that a cool rush
I'm like hell yeah. I let a hoe sniff coke out my fingernails
I know my ex bitch hope that I still care
When she hit me wit the text like, Hey there
But I dont give a f*ck about that shit
I rolled up another stick proceeded to get lit
Puttin on my outfit Hermes
Sippin on tea like Kermit

Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me?
Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me? Why they f*ckin' wit me?
It's ya boy Blunt G. Why they f*ckin' wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
It's ya boy Blunt G. Why they f*ckin' wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
WHY THEY FUCKIN' WIT ME?

You know my name. Blunt G. get it right
Really shoulda been a pimp. Dolemite
Hit the bitch then I'm gone. Outta site
I just rolled a blunt lemme get a light
You better check yo tone cause I don't even fight
A cool nigga, rude nigga. I'll ruin ya life
Damn!
Ya know I stay high as a kite
Damn!
You know I dont sip on the Sprite
Damn!
What in the f*ck iz it like?
You wanna smoke wit a nigga like me
Put the wax on the blunt that's true OG
2G's in a cigarello; ooh whee
F*ck it! Bitch if you down, we can get up and lift off of the ground
Don't mean to astound you; I got that loud too
And that shit hittin' just like my sound do
And I'm a hound too. I'm jus a dogg
Go thru my phone I got a catalog bitches grippin' my balls
Big booty babies bouncin they bubbles they down wit the strippin and all
I killed the jeans. I'm a fashion fiend. Take note, I ain't nothin like ya'll
Rubbin' that pussy I get her so gushy and now she just wishin'. That I would jus take it
But I don't want it. I was thinkin that I would jus wait and I'm procrasatinatin
I'm smokin I'm bakin I'm fakin these niggaz out
Not much I give a f*ck about
Suck a nigga dick or somethin from the south
Smokin weed and it better be loud, bitch!

It's ya boy Blunt G. Why they f*ckin wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
Why they f*ckin wit me? Why they f*ckin wit me? Why they f*ckin wit me? Why they f*ckin wit me?
It's ya boy Blunt G. Why they f*ckin wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
Why they f*ckin wit me? Why they f*ckin wit me? Why they f*ckin wit me?
WHY THEY FUCKIN WIT ME?