Soul Wavy - Hunnid Dolla Bluntz

What's up with that weed mane
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes mane
That's what I need
What's up with that weed mane
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes mane
That's what I need
What's up with that weed mane
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes mane
That's what I need
What's up with that weed mane
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes mane
That's what I need
Smoking that sticky that Vicky, I roll it up
Smoke like a hippie I fill it then load it up
Syrup I be sipping I'm pouring a double cup
Drank in my kidneys
I stay on that purple stuff
Dallas my city that's where I stay posted up
Finna get Litty like Diddy I turn it up
Blow like a chimney
We light it and burn it up
Laws get behind me I be quick to sober up
I need bout twenty-five motherfucking runts
Let me show y'all niggas
How to motherfucking stunt
Cop a three point five
This a hundred dollar blunt
Boogie ass nigga
My weed expensive
If you ant put in
Nigga mind your business
Loud dream pack it look like spinach
Sticky green bud same color as tennis
The chief the reefer
I blow Indonesia
The indica different strains like sativa
Twisting the paper plane call it Khalifa
Loading that bitch like a meat lovers pizza
I'm baked like an oven on three fifty
Inhaling the smoke let the blunt hit me
Sack after sack
We blow pack after pack
And I feel like a strap, or the gun hit me
Just copped a quarter pound a week ago
Just touchdown nigga I need some more
Hit the backwoods nigga or the optimos
Good drank good weed that's all we blow
My homie he got it I'm talking exotic
I'm about to go hit up the plug
Shout out my dealer
He stay with that killer
You know that my nigga
Be hooking it up
What's up with that weed mane
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes mane
That's what I need
What's up with that weed mane
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes mane
That's what I need
What's up with that weed mane
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes mane
That's what I need
What's up with that weed mane
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes mane
That's what I need
Finna blow a bag just to blow a bag
Smoking that high grade kush
Nigga all day long ya feel me
This that Texas phonk

Written by:
Michael Jordan

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