MaryJane
I'm a sit back, Roll a stru and relax
Bad bitch all in my lap
we got that Strugo pack
Smoke in the air
The fiend's is all on my back
Nigga's is all on my jack
I make them feel good
I got them doing jumping jack's
Nigga's don't know how to act
I'm here to collect
The young nigga counting check's
And the Strugo hit way too good for a nigga to stress
Bitch, I been mr no flex If I bend her down, then she about to stretch
Baby be making it clap, then she throw her hand's on the tattoo's on my neck
Shorty a demon for semen, she act like a zombie the way she eat flesh
Why do these boy's try to flex
Think they actor's a nigga is never impressed
These nigga's hater's and I need a vest
If you fucking with me, then you fuck with the best
These nigga's play checker's and I'm playing chess
I'm a roll up a Strugo and fuck up my chest
Bitch, I'm in love with this Mary Jane
I be rolling gas, we don't smoke the same
High nigga first class on the plane
Let's go
Aye yo, let's go
Getting bread, yeah I know nigga's love to hate
Splash out, then a nigga take off to the H
Yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, let's go
My nigga's be getting that cash, throwing bands down from Texas to Mass
Okay, okay, okay Aye, Vooch, let's go
Bitch, it's Big Tre Rah Been trill
Hop out of the V, all black in the mask
Let's splash
Voochie p
All I smoke is Mary Jane
Trap sauce, that's the hardest strain
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mary Jane, she my baby
Without that bitch, I'd go insane
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mary Jane gone make sure you straight
Just hit it two time's and you gone feel great
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
I smoke real dope, not the shit Smokey had on Friday
I'm smoking Mary Jane with Wiz in L-A
He call it K-K
I have a gusto Dub Lee full of reggae
My cup purple like Payday
Diamond's yellow like the Laker's
L-A need to trade Westbrook to the Pacer's
You don't deserve to play with the King's
Blood I ain't even tripping, Houston Rocket's my team
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Upgraded my Glock, I call it Switch up
Semi-automatic, nigga, get yo lip up's
Walk a opp down stand on them give them hiccup's
I'm the type of nigga do a drill and a pick up
You a bum-ass nigga, little nigga, get your drip up
Back when we used to hoop, your ass never got picked up
Clown
Mary Jane
Bad bitch all in my lap
we got that Strugo pack
Smoke in the air
The fiend's is all on my back
Nigga's is all on my jack
I make them feel good
I got them doing jumping jack's
Nigga's don't know how to act
I'm here to collect
The young nigga counting check's
And the Strugo hit way too good for a nigga to stress
Bitch, I been mr no flex If I bend her down, then she about to stretch
Baby be making it clap, then she throw her hand's on the tattoo's on my neck
Shorty a demon for semen, she act like a zombie the way she eat flesh
Why do these boy's try to flex
Think they actor's a nigga is never impressed
These nigga's hater's and I need a vest
If you fucking with me, then you fuck with the best
These nigga's play checker's and I'm playing chess
I'm a roll up a Strugo and fuck up my chest
Bitch, I'm in love with this Mary Jane
I be rolling gas, we don't smoke the same
High nigga first class on the plane
Let's go
Aye yo, let's go
Getting bread, yeah I know nigga's love to hate
Splash out, then a nigga take off to the H
Yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, let's go
My nigga's be getting that cash, throwing bands down from Texas to Mass
Okay, okay, okay Aye, Vooch, let's go
Bitch, it's Big Tre Rah Been trill
Hop out of the V, all black in the mask
Let's splash
Voochie p
All I smoke is Mary Jane
Trap sauce, that's the hardest strain
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mary Jane, she my baby
Without that bitch, I'd go insane
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mary Jane gone make sure you straight
Just hit it two time's and you gone feel great
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
I smoke real dope, not the shit Smokey had on Friday
I'm smoking Mary Jane with Wiz in L-A
He call it K-K
I have a gusto Dub Lee full of reggae
My cup purple like Payday
Diamond's yellow like the Laker's
L-A need to trade Westbrook to the Pacer's
You don't deserve to play with the King's
Blood I ain't even tripping, Houston Rocket's my team
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Upgraded my Glock, I call it Switch up
Semi-automatic, nigga, get yo lip up's
Walk a opp down stand on them give them hiccup's
I'm the type of nigga do a drill and a pick up
You a bum-ass nigga, little nigga, get your drip up
Back when we used to hoop, your ass never got picked up
Clown
Mary Jane
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Writer(s): Trae Johnson
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