Tekst piosenki
[Hook: Holly G]
Shoutout my weed man
Best kill in the land
Loud pack
A blow ya mind back
And get you stupid high
And leaving ya fienin’ (4x)
[Verse 1:Holly G]
My pledge alliegence
To this muthetfuckin bag ho (say what)
The real loud man
Southeast side (where he at)
Shoutout my nigga
Shack tho
It makes my
Eyes low
And I drive slow
When I pull
Over I swerve (skrrrrrrrt)
Then i roll up
And Flames go up
That’s another
Gram Of that herb (flame up)
I’m killing this trees
For my needs
Medical to be exact
Cuz without these trees
I would be
A motherfuckin manaic
Bitches be banging they set (so what)
I just be banging my check (I’m paid)
Cuz ain’t nuthin more important than
The mula
You bitches bet ta not for
Get
[Hook: Holly G.]
Shoutout my weed man
Best kill in the land
Loud pack
A blow ya mind back
And get you stupid high
And leaving ya fiening (4x)
[Verse 2: Sdot Pdot]
Hit my weed man
Grab a couple grams
Blow that shit like a fuckin fan
Til my eyes low like I’m
From Japan
Understand
We ain’t smokin no Hookah nigga
Blowin loud no tuba nigga
Gotta bad bitch and she roll my shit
Just like she from Cuba nigga
I be too lit nigga
Twisted like a rubix nigga
I do this nigga
Grab mo packs & run through it nigga
Roll it up
Smoke it up
PO It up
Til’ I’m stuck
And ain’t nun in my cup
Got some blunts
Double up
Tryna spend some bucks
Hope my weed man got enough
[Hook: Holly G]
Shoutout my weed man
Best kill in the land
Loud pack
A blow ya mind back
And get you stupid high
And leaving ya fiening (4x)
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