The Commission - Reefer Party lyrics

Thousand pounds of weed Riding in my car so fast I won't turn down the speed Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they break down to their knees And s** me like a king Rose in my champagne gla** and diamonds in my ring Uh, roll some, that's your b**h on my dick, I might let her hold something You n***as smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along No Blackberry, too many lame n***as call my phone Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home Ever leave me round your b**h I'mma get her stoned And you know that, I rock camos and throwbacks And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at f**ing high, and you down there where them lows at Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you can't roll that I got a whole lot of OG, and I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts b**hes rolling weed and my n***as f**ed up Yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party Quarter pound of that sour, that's four days on tour Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain't writing on the chalkboard And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm cool Them n***as smoking garbage, I'm no fool We give 5 j's out half zips? n***a that's really smoking Ain't enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking n***as claim that they be high, they be hella low When they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke I could get that sh** from my backyard, go pick it out myself Yellow light let me slow it down, n***as need some help 28 ain't enough you need more All this weed over here, that's 1 weed jar When them planes get the flying, n***as wanna part Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart What I smoke in one day, these n***as don't smoke in one week Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed Average sh**, it was us just smoking out in NY Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten guys Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot Planes Continental, flights nonstop You get some zips, well get some P's Smoke your spliffs and ragged b**h tell me how does she breath Perfect planes, we call them G6′s And its just me chilling, me and three b**hes Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip