The Joint Cheefs - 500 Degrees

Loud
Loud
That shit is like a automated message that Loud you feel me?
500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just love to burn the gas
Shorty said she got no weed
Tell that bitch to take a cab
We up in dispensaries
We gon' tell em to run the tab
5-500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just love to burn the gas
Shorty said she got no weed
Tell that bitch to take a cab
We up in dispensaries
We gon' tell em to run the tab
I wanna feel the beach sand beneath my toes
We sun bathing plenty munchies in between my 0's
From Key West to Barbados on a speed boat
Half naked these hoes
Always getting at me
Cuz my chest hairy like I'm Zangief
Top shelf smoking and you can't reach
Top down revving gas breaking thru the land speed record I'm a damn G
Joint Cheefs family
Now the money talking different you can't understand me
Jets Skis pulling up
Sunny days smokey nights tell me that it's not enough
We don't waste not a puff
If you not tryna ride the wave girl we gotta truck
Blowing trees 500 degrees hot to the touch
500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just love to burn the gas
Shorty said she got no weed
Tell that bitch to take a cab
We up in dispensaries
We gon' tell em to run the tab
5-500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just love to burn the gas
Shorty said she got no weed
Tell that bitch to take a cab
We up in dispensaries
We gon' tell em to run the tab
500 degrees
I'm Geo the Rican but I'm blazing in Belize
Smoking by the ocean homie I can feel the breeze
Droning how I'm floating but I drown my enemies
Every time I'm rolling I'm not passing it's for me
We call that a Joint Cheef luxury
Bud bars dope beats Joint Cheef summary
Way I slice a slab that's a Joint Cheefs cutlery
Marijuana music that's a Joint Cheefs company
Use to make fun of me
Said I'm wasting money on the Marijuana now I got marijuana funding me
Started growing grass now all I see are money trees
Rosin looking buttery
Just smother me
500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just love to burn the gas
Shorty said she got no weed
Tell that bitch to take a cab
We up in dispensaries
We gon' tell em to run the tab
5-500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just love to burn the gas
Shorty said she got no weed
Tell that bitch to take a cab
We up in dispensaries
We gon' tell em to run the tab
500 degrees but I dab at 580 lungs lazy
Hash rosin make my senses go crazy
When it comes to 6 star
I dab at 550 is you wit me
Got my mothership and gliding thru the city
Yea I'm picky
Need my tool
I don't like my fingers sticky
Or you could pass the torch cuz I brought some rosin wit me
Yours is shitty
That's a pity
C.R.C. change the color of your middies
I don't smoke regs but yea I am a hippy
Cold cure hash gotta stir and give a whippy
Smoke it up and light it quickly
Getting high getting lifty
Peanut butter breath but I ain't talking skippy
500 degrees so you know it don't melt quickly
Loud
500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just love to burn the gas
Shorty said she got no weed
Tell that bitch to take a cab
We up in dispensaries
We gon' tell em to run the tab
5-500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just love to burn the gas
Shorty said she got no weed
Tell that bitch to take a cab
We up in dispensaries
We gon' tell em to run the tab
5-500 degrees

Written by:
Jovani Oyola, Lee-Antony Massie, Raul Lopez

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