Roll Me Up

Uh huh Roll me up Roll me up Roll me up Uh huh Roll me up another one Another one another one another one Roll me up another one Another one another one another one Roll me up another one I hug a mom who lost her son I tell her she gone be alright Knowing that her heart is gone I roll me up another one I lost some in the jungle son I always keep it popping Cause we always gone be hunting something I roll me up another one I'm fucking aggravated My homies mad elated Haters yeah they mad we made it Roll me up another one God damn I'm faded Forty whipping mini vans Guapos in the stuy baking Roll me up another one Baking since I was thirteen Took a little break between Backing down I'm packing green Roll me up another one Swishas and the raw with lean Now we sipping thc Gummies and them chocolate tings Roll me up another one I used to flip the ganja son Then I moved on to the other stuff The loud we still got bumping bruh Roll me up another one The dutchie looking foreign bruh I'm breaking down Import cigars I like my smoke I like my cars Roll me up Roll me up Roll me up another one Roll me up Roll me up Yeah yeah yea Smoke weed every day I don't care bro My tree got crystals and orange hair yo Everything about me looking rare bro Hybrids by the mother tree branch hoe Skunk berry cheetah piss I be dead bro Where the haze where the kush where did regs go Edibles yeah we flipping it by the nerd rope Yeah we flip it by the nerd rope I roll me up another one in the Benz bro Smoking tens while I'm riding on them twenties ooo Don't smoke with friends rather smoke alone Sitting back get acquainted in my own fucking zone Roll me up Roaming roman roaming in my own dome Thoughts racing Yeah I'm smoking on that home grown Roll me up roll me up roll me up Eh where I'm going bro Roll me up Roll me up Roll me up another one Roll me up Yeah yeah yea Roll me up another one I hug a mom who lost her son I tell her she gone be alright Knowing that her heart is gone I roll me up another one I lost some in the jungle son I always keep it popping Cause we always gone be hunting something I roll me up another one I'm fucking aggravated My homies mad elated Haters yeah they mad we made it Roll me up another one God damn I'm faded Forties whipping mini vans Guapos in the stuy baking Roll me up another one