I'm playing touchdown at 1145 Some bitches out the west side, glad I arrived
And I got the game from the Pimps and Flares And we gon' roll a feeler up when I get there
See, I got what you want, girl, I know what you need
Some potent gamwee with no stems or seeds Indeed, I be known to keep a pillow or two
I know you know what a box of cigarillas will do
I split three down the middle, stick them together
Fill them up with cat piss, cherry kush, or whatever
I know that it's better, so when you puffin', you pass
Let the purple run a circle, the feeler gon' last
And all I can ask is, return it to sendin'
I'm a pro when I blow dro, this ain't for beginners
I get these goodies up in us, yeah, I'm dyin' to meet you
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Let's talk these numbers while I pull on this beeler
No matter where I go, I stay blown
I'm just a big figure, top hat ballin', big rigor
About to roll me a beeler
It's on, when I fall up in the zone
I roll a beeler, blunt blown
Talk * on microphones, ask me to switch up
When I'm in Cleveland, I be needin' me a spot on the low
Got a bitch twang, I be needin' me a spot on the low
24, and like the cam, she go
Like the smokin' dough, she got a flat in the burbs
I was all in her ear, tryin' to fill her with words
I'm good with these verbs, I'm a mid-zag
So when I roll the beeler up, she said, you did that
Took the first five seconds, and held it in hold
This * is like gold, in this area cold
I'm a chief like the Indians, at *
Good game and drew good, yeah, they both know me
I don't just MC, baby girl, I'm the man
I'm so fly when I get high, I'm so fly when I get high
I don't think I'm a land, but this is my plan, boo
I'm leavin' with you, and what I don't smoke, yeah, I leave that too
I'ma be back through, so in a few, I'll see ya
And when I get back, we smoke beelers, beelers
No matter where I go, I stay blown
I'm just a big figure, top hat ballin', big rigger
About to roll me a beeler
It's on, when I fall up in the zone
I roll a beeler blunt, blowin'
Talk * on microphones
Ask me to switch up
I got some niggas in Atlanta, that do what I do
And the twins, they just grin, tell me, beeler, come through
I be on the pursuit, I can leave it at home
Cause these niggas, they stay gone, off a California groan
Minnesota asked for it, he'll tell you the story
About Lori and her visit, that was mandatory
Hit a beeler for the first time, her mind was gone
Tried to blame it on her hand, when she was drinkin' Patronum
Now baby, you wrong, what kinda * you be on?
I warn you, never try to * at your home
Cause beelers be long, and filled with that ooey
And we can smoke it down, all the way to the doobie
I love it when groupies be wantin' to hit it
I tell them, come get it, but you can't babysit it
Hit it for five, bitch, hold it for ten
Let the smoke out and do it again, *
No matter where I go, I stay blown
I'm just a big figure, top hat ballin', big rigger
I'll throw me a beeler, it's on
When I fall up in the zone
I'll roll a beeler, blunt blown
Talk * on microphones
Ask me to switch up
I ain't rollin' if it ain't about five
I ain't switch up
Yeah, it better be up together
I ain't smokein' it alone
I ain't smokein' it alone




I ain't rollin' if it ain't about five
I ain't switch up
Yeah, it better be up together
I ain't smokein' it