Rollin' up that dope, ganja smoke Rollin' up that dope, ganja smoke
I can't love no thottie, I can't love no ho I can't love no thottie, I can't love no ho
Getting real stoned Yeah, it's so lonely where I belong
Yeah, man, it get cold, yeah, it get cold Yeah, it get cold
Oh, shit, I can see it in her eyes, yeah, she wanna fly
And you know I feel like that I'm not f*ckin' Guy, damn
Yeah, man, you know what's up If you ain't know, then you know what's up
You know I'm with bro, yeah, we in the cut
I'm rollin' stank, rollin' on that dope, ganja smoke
Yeah, make that bad bitch choke, I'm with Sam, so you know how we go
I can't love no thottie, I can't love no ho
How you ain't know
Yeah, I want a band, I want stacks One hundred bands, a hundred million and that's that
One hundred bands, a hundred million in that stack
And that's that