Weed Man (feat. Yapi Drew)
Let me call my plug
I love the weed man
Give me what I want
Never no reason
I pay em up front
It's smoking season
Rollin summer blunts
All full of trees and
I gota bag
I gota mic
I got some gas
I float to the sky
Do my lil dance
Just something slight
Tryn get some legs
That's what I'm on tonight
Ima start dumping the guts out
Women start pulling they butts out
All I smoke is the best loud
You gon see what I'm talkin bout
Up in this bitch feeling proud
Singing my song while the beats loud
Vibing out hard cuz I love the sound
Shyt just be lit when that weed around
Thanks to the man that provided
We smoke the trees undivided
Who hit it first I decide it
Flipping a coin that's two sided
Just cuz I got it
Don't mean I sell it for profit
Stop it
Connoisseur is my option
Now it's time to get it popping
Sit in the whip and hotbox it
Sippin a mix of concoctions
Windows up and we locked in
Boxing
I'm Running outta my strain
Gota go pick up again
I'm Driving slow cuz the rain
Plus he ain't answer my rang
Must be too late Ima pain
All of My Cash down the drain
Everytime When I got smoke on the Brain
This Shyt insane
Ima just tell em to bring
Or should I just go knock and bang
Let me call my plug
I love the weed man
Give me what I want
Never no reason
I pay em up front
It's smoking season
Rollin summer blunts
All full of trees and
I gota bag
I gota mic
I got some gas
I float to the sky
Do my lil dance
Just something slight
Tryn get some legs
That's what I'm on tonight
Aye aye aye aye aye
Sheets and funnel me baby
And you know the weed gotta be Crazy yea
I want the premium THC
That's 36 percent and up for me
As soon as it hit my lungs
I know it's pressure
I make the rules
I smoke the shit wherever
Setting up plays
Stacking up cheddar
Me and LnC baby
Who do it better
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I need some indica
This evening
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I need a whole ounce
This evening
Let me call my plug
I love the weed man
Give me what I want
Never no reason
I pay em up front
It's smoking season
Rollin summer blunts
All full of trees and
I gota bag
I gota mic
I got some gas
I float to the sky
Do my lil dance
Just something slight
Tryn get some legs
That's what I'm on tonight
I love the weed man
Give me what I want
Never no reason
I pay em up front
It's smoking season
Rollin summer blunts
All full of trees and
I gota bag
I gota mic
I got some gas
I float to the sky
Do my lil dance
Just something slight
Tryn get some legs
That's what I'm on tonight
Ima start dumping the guts out
Women start pulling they butts out
All I smoke is the best loud
You gon see what I'm talkin bout
Up in this bitch feeling proud
Singing my song while the beats loud
Vibing out hard cuz I love the sound
Shyt just be lit when that weed around
Thanks to the man that provided
We smoke the trees undivided
Who hit it first I decide it
Flipping a coin that's two sided
Just cuz I got it
Don't mean I sell it for profit
Stop it
Connoisseur is my option
Now it's time to get it popping
Sit in the whip and hotbox it
Sippin a mix of concoctions
Windows up and we locked in
Boxing
I'm Running outta my strain
Gota go pick up again
I'm Driving slow cuz the rain
Plus he ain't answer my rang
Must be too late Ima pain
All of My Cash down the drain
Everytime When I got smoke on the Brain
This Shyt insane
Ima just tell em to bring
Or should I just go knock and bang
Let me call my plug
I love the weed man
Give me what I want
Never no reason
I pay em up front
It's smoking season
Rollin summer blunts
All full of trees and
I gota bag
I gota mic
I got some gas
I float to the sky
Do my lil dance
Just something slight
Tryn get some legs
That's what I'm on tonight
Aye aye aye aye aye
Sheets and funnel me baby
And you know the weed gotta be Crazy yea
I want the premium THC
That's 36 percent and up for me
As soon as it hit my lungs
I know it's pressure
I make the rules
I smoke the shit wherever
Setting up plays
Stacking up cheddar
Me and LnC baby
Who do it better
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I need some indica
This evening
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I need a whole ounce
This evening
Let me call my plug
I love the weed man
Give me what I want
Never no reason
I pay em up front
It's smoking season
Rollin summer blunts
All full of trees and
I gota bag
I gota mic
I got some gas
I float to the sky
Do my lil dance
Just something slight
Tryn get some legs
That's what I'm on tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Drew
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