Steve Ricks - Pa** It lyrics

Verse 1 Breaking down this Indica All this weed I'm smoking I don't think your girl can finish it But we keep on rolling I got top shelf So it's potent That trippy stick She on it And when I'm at the light That's when we put the blunts In motion Uh Jet lag so I'm moving slow Balmain but you knew it tho Stressgods I don't love a hoe f** her once then I'm out the door Tell that hoe To bring Another hoe And another hoe And another hoe Raw cones I need a couple those Pull up on you You can smell my dope Stank pack It's haaaaallatose Drink mud So I'm kinda gross Paper chasing So it's Vamanos No time Adios Smoking pounds after pound That's a lot of Oz's And I be into Them model hoes Don't smoke But they snort it tho Crack sealed I won't drink it hoe What I smoke Be that medical And I f** with Them edibles Get serious Like I'm Heath ledger hoe And Knock you right off Of my pedestal You ain't heard what I said before Get the f** off Of my pedestal Grab a bucket of The finest dope Then roll that hoe Roll the dope Hook x3 Pa** it Roll it Pa** it Roll it Pa** it Roll it Pa** it Roll it Light it Smoke it Bio Jesus in my cone That sh** smoke incredible Hotbox while I'm in the car Baked up like some edibles Eye lows I can't feel a thing Ashes all on my Alex wang So much smoke Look like train Off the d** No membranes I blow that sh** Just like cobain Smell that gas Now bring the flame Shawty said she never smoked I pa** her one and Let her meet the team Let her meet the team Let her Meet the team Now she rolling up and everything (hook) I smoke it