[Verse 1: Isaiah Banks]
I wanna get high
So I gotta keep reaching that height
I wanna get fly
So I gotta keep smoking that fly
Real blunt's longer than the walk of shame
Only smoke sh** with a filthy name
No-dirt weed like Mr. Clean
It's no mystery I got a history
Now I don't need that
Got self control, believe that
Up until Beeba's backstage
Yelling "where the weed at?"
So we're t-glowing that week amount
With that self control that I talked about
Staying comfortable up in a weed cloud
*I'm staying comfortable up in a weed cloud*
Roll Joe like wet burritos
I smoke count in amigos
Hit the cha-cha in my chinos
Like, yo quiero some Doritos, boy
Skip cla** and I still pa**
High school day got ill traps
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Smoking on that Keisha Cole
Hit it once now he knows love
And smoking's not my usual
But I can't seem to give it up
[Hook: Raveena]
I'm under control
I swear
I'm under control
Been long way down this road
And the past that gets me high
But you swear it's getting old
Got my cup full of liquor
And love, and so
You should slow down
I'll show you how to roll *roll, oh, oh*
I'll show you how to roll
I'll show you how to roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll
[Verse 2: Nacho Pica**o]
Call me uncle Jessie *(yeah)*
I can rent you jet skis
You can drink my liquor
And I can buy you swishers
Soul sister, you cold sister
I grow witcha, do blow witcha
Soul glitter, I smoke digger
Like come hither then come in her
Hung baby you a young sliver
I bust a nut gotta yell timber
Now I'm skipping got a young ginger
In the viper room like I'm young river
Roll a crutch like my blunt injured
Free bird bumping Lynyrd Skynyrd
Rolling up a pinner before I pin her
I'm a born sinner, she a warm dinner
She a p**n picture on my orange jumpsuit
Nice a motor, buy it
Now hold on tight while I pour [?]
Ay, yo, this is BFA Nacho, though
Knows I ain't even f**ing cuss on the whole f**ing verse
Ay, man. I turned over a new f**ing leaf, boy
Marihuana leaf
[Hook: Raveena]
I'm under control
I swear
I'm under control
Been long way down this road
And the past that gets me high
But you swear it's getting old
Got my cup full of liquor
And love, and so
You should slow down
I'll show you how to roll *roll, oh, oh*
I'll show you how to roll
I'll show you how to roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll