I'm playing touchdown at 1145 Some bitches out the west side, glad I arrivedAnd I got the game from the Pimps and Flares And we gon' roll a feeler up when I get thereSee, I got what you want, girl, I know what you needSome potent gamwee with no stems or seeds Indeed, I be known to keep a pillow or twoI know you know what a box of cigarillas will doI split three down the middle, stick them togetherFill them up with cat piss, cherry kush, or whateverI know that it's better, so when you puffin', you passLet the purple run a circle, the feeler gon' lastAnd all I can ask is, return it to sendin'I'm a pro when I blow dro, this ain't for beginnersI get these goodies up in us, yeah, I'm dyin' to meet youSo subscribe to my channel, hit that like buttonLet's talk these numbers while I pull on this beelerNo matter where I go, I stay blownI'm just a big figure, top hat ballin', big rigorAbout to roll me a beelerIt's on, when I fall up in the zoneI roll a beeler, blunt blownTalk * on microphones, ask me to switch upWhen I'm in Cleveland, I be needin' me a spot on the lowGot a bitch twang, I be needin' me a spot on the low24, and like the cam, she goLike the smokin' dough, she got a flat in the burbsI was all in her ear, tryin' to fill her with wordsI'm good with these verbs, I'm a mid-zagSo when I roll the beeler up, she said, you did thatTook the first five seconds, and held it in holdThis * is like gold, in this area coldI'm a chief like the Indians, at *Good game and drew good, yeah, they both know meI don't just MC, baby girl, I'm the manI'm so fly when I get high, I'm so fly when I get highI don't think I'm a land, but this is my plan, booI'm leavin' with you, and what I don't smoke, yeah, I leave that tooI'ma be back through, so in a few, I'll see yaAnd when I get back, we smoke beelers, beelersNo matter where I go, I stay blownI'm just a big figure, top hat ballin', big riggerAbout to roll me a beelerIt's on, when I fall up in the zoneI roll a beeler blunt, blowin'Talk * on microphonesAsk me to switch upI got some niggas in Atlanta, that do what I doAnd the twins, they just grin, tell me, beeler, come throughI be on the pursuit, I can leave it at homeCause these niggas, they stay gone, off a California groanMinnesota asked for it, he'll tell you the storyAbout Lori and her visit, that was mandatoryHit a beeler for the first time, her mind was goneTried to blame it on her hand, when she was drinkin' PatronumNow baby, you wrong, what kinda * you be on?I warn you, never try to * at your homeCause beelers be long, and filled with that ooeyAnd we can smoke it down, all the way to the doobieI love it when groupies be wantin' to hit itI tell them, come get it, but you can't babysit itHit it for five, bitch, hold it for tenLet the smoke out and do it again, *No matter where I go, I stay blownI'm just a big figure, top hat ballin', big riggerI'll throw me a beeler, it's onWhen I fall up in the zoneI'll roll a beeler, blunt blownTalk * on microphonesAsk me to switch upI ain't rollin' if it ain't about fiveI ain't switch upYeah, it better be up togetherI ain't smokein' it aloneI ain't smokein' it aloneI ain't rollin' if it ain't about fiveI ain't switch upYeah, it better be up togetherI ain't smokein' it