Steamroller (feat. Hodgy Beats & Frank Ocean)

My money burn
Synonymous to treatment of the fuzzy herb, I keep it G
In places you wishing you and your niggas be
Salute the gang, bitches cheer loud for the winning team
Bring it home, pull it out, break it down, roll it up
Smell it while we rolling down the street, you niggas know it's us
We got that fire, man you niggas know what's up
King Zag papers, Juan the only nigga rolling blunts
Other than that, you lame niggas is wack
Smoking on a J, while I'm smoking on a track
Clichè shit, stay way way far from basic
Kush cologne, I wear mines no K-Swiss
Damn, all I get is high
And brains from a long-haired mistress preferred skinning light
Prejudice, some marijuana evidence
Pipes, bong, vapes got me blown out my element, element

Every single day I smoke (Smoke)
Every single day I smoke (I smoke)
Every single day I smoke
Every single day I smoke
I get high, I get high (Grams of the greenback)
I get high, I get high (Grams of the greenback)
I get high, I get high (Grams of the greenback)
I get high, I get high (Grams of the greenback)

I grasp my intoxication, digital cinema
Third dimension, I can't move, verb suspension
Putting my lips to the purp, hemp burns is tempting
Bitches in the studio and we copped about a quarter
On the phone with her dad
I'm getting high with his daughter
Euphoria, mouth cotton, percent, a hundred
Many places I go or I have went, I'm blunted
Weed, you got it, I want it, I want it if you got weed
T, T, H, H, H, H, C
Out of no eyes, I'm so high, hashish I can provide
In your life, you gotta pick it up, cause I have no ride
When you arrive, I'll be outside loitering
I hate potheads who front like they don't blaze it
Your body needs Mary Jane, nigga, it craves it
I welcome Mary Jane, she doesn't violate
Inhale, exhale, feel the vi-be-ra-tion

(Da-da, da-da-da) Smoke it up
(Da-da, da-da-da) Bitch, smoke it up
(Do-do, do-do) Smoke it up
Bitch smoke it up
(Da-da, da-da-da) Smoke it up
(Da-da, da-da-da) Bitch, smoke it up
(Do-do, do-do) When they smoke it up
Bitch, smoke it up

(Da-da, da-da-da) Baby, you could pass it to the right
(Da-da, da-da-da) Baby, you could pass it to the right
(Do-do, do-do) Lady, you could pass it to the right
Lady, you could pass it to the right
(Da-da, da-da-da) Lady, you could pass it to the right
(Da-da, da-da-da) Right now, I'm tryna take a hike on a cloud
(Do-do, do-do) Coming down if you pass it to the right
So we can be higher than a

(Da-da, da-da-da) Smoke it up
(Da-da, da-da-da) Bitch, smoke it up
(Do-do, do-do) All my niggas smokin' up
Shit, you gon' smoke or what?
(Da-da, da-da-da) Alright then, bitch smoke it up
(Da-da, da-da-da) Roll it up then smoke it up
(Do-do, do-do) Shit, smoke it up
Fuckin' smoke it up
(Da-da, da-da-da) Baby, you could pass it to the right
(Da-da, da-da-da) Baby, you could pass it to the right
(Do-do, do-do) Baby, you could pass it to the right
Shit, you could pass it to the right
(Da-da, da-da-da) Baby, you could pass it to the right
(Da-da, da-da-da) Lady, you could pass it to the right
(Do-do, do-do) Puff, puff, and then pass it to the right
So we can be higher than a
(Da-da, da-da-da) Smoke it up
(Da-da, da-da-da) Smoke it up
(Do-do, do-do) Smoke it up
Drop it
(Da-da, da-da-da) Pass it to the right
(Da-da, da-da-da) Higher than a
(Do-do, do-do) Yeah
Wolf Gang

Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da
Do-do, do-do



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Gregory Okonma, Christopher Breaux, Dominique Marquis Cole, Gerard Long
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