TS - Weedbaby

Game came to me when I let go
Things I can't change had to let go
I just hit the bucky but its leshgo
I could never flock with the sheep bo
Some homies got the tech some got the techno
Cooking up the for the disco
Mixing up the jazz with the afro
Always keep a stash and a bag of dro
Coming clean like the Maybelline
Straight up the guts without the chop drop the nicotine
Smoke it to the roach like a real fein
Every songs a weed song when the beats mean
It's Tsug but i pirate daily
Metal slug and street fighter if we're talking spacies
90's baby but we trapping like the 80's
Keep the drink and I keep the weed baby
Where the weed at
Weed baby
Weed baby
Weed baby
Where the weed at
Weed baby
Weed baby
Weed baby
Where the weed at
Weed baby
Weed baby
Weed baby
Where the weed at
Weed baby
Weed baby
The Weed baby
Where the weed at
Weed baby
Weed baby
Weed baby
Where the weed at
Weed baby
Weed baby
Weed baby
Where the weed at
Weed baby
Weed baby
Weed baby
Where the weed at
Weed baby
Weed baby
The Weed baby

Written by:
Trey Subritzky

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