Smoke what I smoke (feat. Lilli Passero)

Can you smoke what I smoke?
Hit that weed and don't choke
Can you smell what I smell?
You know we got that loud in here

I'm high as hell, roll another blunt before we get up outta here
I just blew a ounce, everyday's funday in my house
Talk to me sweet, blunts like stumps as I split the leaf
Getting straight to the dough, hundred mill ten years off the coast
She heard about Young Rob, the hooligan, the heart-throb, ain't no nigga like him
Probably wanna fight him, but he got shooters on the team
Best not make a scene, ain't worried bout no opposition
I'm my own competition

Can you smoke what I smoke?
Hit that weed and don't choke
Can you smell what I smell?
You know we got that loud in here

Now I'm back to the paper
Slide on this beat like a fucking ice skater
Game turned me cold
Blue gummies in my blunt got me feeling bold
You already know
Got a baddie with me and she got three rolled
You know Boog in the back
He only smoke prerolls
I'm the man in my city
It's my city, where I go
My city, you know, big dog
Spitting like I'm talking toothless talking hell a ruthless
You a doofus, looking clueless, while I'm all in Ruth Chris
Got them going with my smile and my smoothness
Can't help how I do this, I was made to get to it
Made for it made for it
I was made to get to it
Paid for it, I don't think they, they don't smoke like
Born ready

Can you smoke what I smoke?
Hit that weed and don't choke
Can you smell what I smell?
You know we got that loud in here
Smoke
Smoke weed
Smoke
Smoke weed