Low Hanging Fruit - Please, Don't Blow This High.

LHFLHFLHF, LOW HANGING FRUIT

Ok im faded off this joint
Please get to the point
I aint tryna do no talk
Tryna hear no noise
Im just tryna catch my vibe
Tryna forget the time
Got the MOB right to my side
Please don't blow this high

Ok im faded off this joint
Please get to the point
I aint tryna do no talk
Tryna hear no noise
Im just tryna catch my vibe
Tryna forget the time
Got the MOB right to my side

Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Don't you do it

Pass me the doobie
You n***** is goofy so every verse I gotta hit
Wax and the weed, and the pack smell good lil shawty pulled up with a stick
Good weed, with a bad bitch no instagram you already know
Caption this with a new text so I'm getting pics of that camera roll
Stay down when I came up
New pitch couldn't change up
I'm by the Valley or the V-line
I'm in the mountains for the mean time
Hit a lick on a seal thats an envelope
Don't need your critique cuz I been dope
Put soup in the oven thats big smoke
Still kin folk all in my Benzo, gang

Dipping through the day
Riding through the city
With this ice I need a sleigh
Ain't worried bout yo bitch cuz now a days I hit the bank
Counting up the chips, get to the bag like frito lay
We cut the fruit that couldn't hang

Dipping through the day
Riding through the city
With this ice I need a sleigh
Ain't worried bout yo bitch cuz now a days I hit the bank
Counting up the chips, get to the bag like frito lay
We cut the fruit that couldn't hang

Ok im faded off this joint
Please get to the point
I aint tryna do no talk
Tryna hear no noise
Im just tryna catch my vibe
Tryna forget the time
Got the MOB right to my side
Please don't blow this high

Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Don't you do it

Ok so please girl
Im just tryna smoke up on this weed girl
Come lay down and stare up at the trees girl
We ain't gotta talk
Kick it back and get this vibe on
Started on the trees but now your body what my eyes on
Your neck is where my lips are
My hands are where ya hips are
Shawty fuck wit me because she like a man thats in charge
CEO thats boss talk
MVP and all-star
Ive been known to ball hard I belt it out that ballpark
Shoutout to my Walmarts
I got get the cash and i'm out
Im lookin close when she count
I stay up here in the snow but all of this came from the south
I need another account, I need another rolled, I need another one now
This shit was made in the ground, lets smoke an ounce, don't make a noise wit ya mouth

Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Don't you do it
Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Please don't blow this high
Don't you do it

Written by:
Brendan Tripodi, Dejour Elliott, Harry Trump

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