When i step off the curb, then, they on they way
Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray
Rolling up' paper planes
One verse is all it takes
I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave
Sweet talking man you'll end up with some cavities
I'm smoothly rolling doobies with groupies in a jacuzzi
What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci
Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush
I flash smiles at the mean looks
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Give up, it wont happen, im visious, my rhymes are core and sweet,
So get your glass lift it up in the toast position
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
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