Joint
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Go to the top
Roll me a joint
Smoke me a joint
Sharp like a joint
Can't hang with a pig
Don't roll with a oink
That boy a snitch
Yeah he gone point
Got nothing to prove
Don't care for a point
My counter want paper
Ain't counting no coins
only read money
I'm feeling like Floyd
Her bed gone rock
Now she call me Lloyd
Go to the top
Roll me a joint
Smoke me a joint
Sharp like a joint
Don't hang with a pig
Don't roll with a oink
That boy a snitch
Yeah he gone point
Got nothing to prove
Don't care for a point
My counter want paper
Ain't counting no coins
only read money
I'm feeling like Floyd
Her bed gone rock (Yeah, Huh)
Now she call me Lloyd (Yeah)
I get a bag
That's what I want (I want)
That was yo chick? (Yeah)
Not who I want (Huh)
I hit a Uzi now Do what I want (I want)
I hit a swish Ain't talking bout blunt (Started)
Hit a bird man, Rub then I stunt (I stunt)
She did a line It wasn't a punch
That was your cash I take it for lunch (take it for lunch)
That was my bag Take it out for lunch (lunch)
Halloween, Now I'm gone haunt (haunt)
Oh my dear, We talking bout hunt (talking bout what?)
Blood on my jeans, that time of da month (time of da month)
I'm patting his head Cuz he was my son (he was my son)
I seen Forrest Cuz I seen em run (seen em run)
Like Fortnite, I found me a pump (fortnite)
Like fortnite we get it & jump (fortnite, fortnite)
Like fortnite, the storm here it come (fortnite, fortnite, fortnite)
Go to the top
Roll me a joint
Smoke me a joint
Sharp like a joint
Can't hang with a pig
Don't roll with a oink
That boy a snitch
Yeah he gone point
Got nothing to prove
Don't care for a point
My counter want paper
Ain't counting no coins
only read money
I'm feeling like Floyd
Her bed gone rock
Now she call me Lloyd
Go to the top
Roll me a joint
Smoke me a joint
Sharp like a joint
Don't hang with a pig
Don't roll with a oink
That boy a snitch
Yeah he gone point
Got nothing to prove
Don't care for a point
My counter want paper
Ain't counting no coins
only read money
I'm feeling like Floyd
Her bed gone rock
Now she call me Lloyd
Uh huh
Uh huh
Go to the top
Roll me a joint
Smoke me a joint
Sharp like a joint
Can't hang with a pig
Don't roll with a oink
That boy a snitch
Yeah he gone point
Got nothing to prove
Don't care for a point
My counter want paper
Ain't counting no coins
only read money
I'm feeling like Floyd
Her bed gone rock
Now she call me Lloyd
Go to the top
Roll me a joint
Smoke me a joint
Sharp like a joint
Don't hang with a pig
Don't roll with a oink
That boy a snitch
Yeah he gone point
Got nothing to prove
Don't care for a point
My counter want paper
Ain't counting no coins
only read money
I'm feeling like Floyd
Her bed gone rock (Yeah, Huh)
Now she call me Lloyd (Yeah)
I get a bag
That's what I want (I want)
That was yo chick? (Yeah)
Not who I want (Huh)
I hit a Uzi now Do what I want (I want)
I hit a swish Ain't talking bout blunt (Started)
Hit a bird man, Rub then I stunt (I stunt)
She did a line It wasn't a punch
That was your cash I take it for lunch (take it for lunch)
That was my bag Take it out for lunch (lunch)
Halloween, Now I'm gone haunt (haunt)
Oh my dear, We talking bout hunt (talking bout what?)
Blood on my jeans, that time of da month (time of da month)
I'm patting his head Cuz he was my son (he was my son)
I seen Forrest Cuz I seen em run (seen em run)
Like Fortnite, I found me a pump (fortnite)
Like fortnite we get it & jump (fortnite, fortnite)
Like fortnite, the storm here it come (fortnite, fortnite, fortnite)
Go to the top
Roll me a joint
Smoke me a joint
Sharp like a joint
Can't hang with a pig
Don't roll with a oink
That boy a snitch
Yeah he gone point
Got nothing to prove
Don't care for a point
My counter want paper
Ain't counting no coins
only read money
I'm feeling like Floyd
Her bed gone rock
Now she call me Lloyd
Go to the top
Roll me a joint
Smoke me a joint
Sharp like a joint
Don't hang with a pig
Don't roll with a oink
That boy a snitch
Yeah he gone point
Got nothing to prove
Don't care for a point
My counter want paper
Ain't counting no coins
only read money
I'm feeling like Floyd
Her bed gone rock
Now she call me Lloyd
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Writer(s): Joshua Clark
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