Tre Tre Bout That - Hit My Weed

If i let you hit my weed
Dont put my blunt in rotation
Pass it back
Ima roll up some weed
Garcia vegas burning back to back
Ima come thru with the weed
But this is that za
So aint shit ten a gram
I just sell his girl weed
She be buyin quads
He act like he scared we smashed

I got that gas
This shit is premium
Weed loud like speakers in the bag
Throwback revolver blast from the past
Still inhaling slow living fast
Claim a hundred dollars all she had
I gives a damn
Grindin ass nigga deliver
I slither like lizards
Weight out some midget
And served her a half
I told my gal that the mission still isnt no different
Second place still isnt winnin
He synthetic like his bitchs extensions
Mama said man up and go get it
Told me she proud when i came back with it
Heart frozen over got frigid
Say im hard headed i aint listen
But every plug i had will tell you different
Claim unconditional love
But they love claimin conditions
Pass jealousy for jokes and fun
But deep down i know you meant it
Look foo my hood is a zoo
You can find pigs rats and pigeons
So you either eat or you get ate
Thats the same way that them lions did it
My hydroponics defy physics
Made you lose track of time didnt
Like moving forward n rewind isnt it
Like this real intense slow type of tingling
Ya go head put it out if you want i can tell that u know high than a bitch
The price is the price i aint tryna hear shit
Me and my fam is just tryna get rich

If i let you hit this weed
Dont put my blunt n rotation
Pass it back
Ima roll up the weed
Garcia vegas burning back to back
Ima come thru wit the weed
This some real za aint shit ten a gram
I just sell his girl weed
She be bein quads he act like he scared we smashed

If i
Can buy all of the dro that u got in one wap
You cant be my plug
You cant find speakers that turn up louder than my bud
You cant find a engine in a vehicle stronger than this nug
Cant find one nigga sell a bag this good this cheap nigga thats love
Im the type be even happier any my opps get popped
And my squad aint involved
Proves that we aint the only ones wanted em dead
Just one more problem resolved
I know i aint wrong
Nigga get tired of callin them lawyers and playin them bonds
And im still on parole
I catch a new charge aint no bond at all
Shittttt
Soon as i wake up reach n the pickle jar and crumble a nugget
Pull out the iphone take some snaps of it
Make the story public
Random hoe hit me like i wanna smoke
I text back quads for a hundred
Lol you so funny
Frfr spend money
Roll one then smoke one
Then Roll one then smoke one
How the same brawd you trust enough fuck raw
Same female you stole from
You so dumb stone cold bum
Her brother crazy too he goin smoke sum
First she spendin wit me
Then she ventin wit me
Then im beatin kitty like it owe sum
I pick i drop off
More maneuvers than a Uber
Still a sensible cat
D gats and scratch
I slide ya slime like a blooper a
Im the big bro
burning big dro
Drop the window
You see big smoke
I got out door
I got in door
Just depend on what you spend tho

If i let you hit my weed
Dont put my blunt in rotation
Pass it back
Ima roll us up some weed
Garcia vegas burning back to back
Ima come thru with the weed
But this is that za so aint shit ten a gram
I just sell his girl weed
She be buyin quads he act like he scared we smashed

Written by:
Trevaughn Sabbs

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