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[Produced by Sporting Life]



[Skit]

First I lick it, then I unravel then I split it

Put the weed in it, wrap the out around the inner

Know you get it, how I roll a blunt and keep on hittin'

Til it's a clip

Hit that shit again and keep on spittin'



[Intro]

Hit the L, hit the L, kill that shit

Til it's a clip then hit it again

Tell your friends

Hit the L, hit the L, kill that shit

Til it's a clip then hit it again

Tell your friends

Hittin' the L, hittin' the L

Kill that shit

[?] then hit it again



[Verse 1]

What do I take pride in myself beside

Rolling blunts, Holding a

Trophy, that's a 40 with the oldest dutch

Actin' like I know what's up

Me I'm shy when I'm high I'm bold as fuck

Cat like me thinkin of growing up whether I'm going nuts

Holding a trophy, that's a 40 with the coldest touch

From that spot, light up up on the block that is close to us

Used to be close to us, in both ways it was close to us

Sold a coke, smoke, smoking dope, boat loads of dope



[Bridge]

Smokin' smokin' dope, boat loads of dope

Smokin' smokin' dope, boat loads of dope

Smokin' smokin' dope, boat loads of dope

Smokin' smokin' dope, boat loads of dope



[Hook: Hak]

When I ride through, eyes loose

Burn a spliff by high noon

Smokin' dope, I'm high dude

Honey-tinted vinyl

I ride through, eyes loose

Burn a spliff by high noon

Smokin' dope, I'm high dude

Honey-tinted vinyl



[Verse 2]

Pops brown, he the dutch, moms irish she the green

They got together, made a blunt, nah nah they made me

Y'all hate me but y'all made me into the man I am

Say god damn, errday about the man I am

Raise my hand, twenty for a gram, plenty plans

Nugs from the pack my mans gave me look like Pepsi cans

Stuf a blunt up with the kush, yeah fuckin' bush

Hater I'm Frazier, made it with a fuckin' swoosh

A fuckin suit, ash on it, make it cattle brand

I had to spit but then I split the dutch accurate

Unravel it first, ‘fore I let the guts burst out of it

After I'm done with the blunt, got me out of it

All I see is bitches ass, lil brats

Stuck up bitches gettin' cash

I just don't know how long this shit will last

Sirens, I been wildin', I been high on hash

I been 5'6", higher than a tie on Shaq



[Hook: Hak]



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