Rollin' - Smoke DZA

Really

Kush God, bitch, uh, right

Roll one, light one, repeat

Uh

It’s all lit, put the pack on scale

First blunt is a personal blunt, you know me well

New pot, I know that’s gon' sell

My only worry is I hope the Backwoods not stale

Feelin' wavy, now I’m back on sale

Yac' on chill, great numbers, tax on still

These low numbers fuckin' up the game

This bud here is four hundred for twenty eight grams

Three if we came out the sand, wholesale

A couple points for the trans, cause you my man

Secure the box, make sure that my plans won’t avalanche

On they neck, so they brands won’t have a chance

First place, it ain’t no runner-ups

High is for the high, but keep some lows in the cut

Break it down, make sure you run it up

Why don’t you make yourself useful, nigga

Roll something up

I got a pound for every bump on your face

Tripled up my first month out of state

Facetime, got Unc' on my case

He tryna reach me, but I was crackin' a plate

Live action, hundred pack in my face

I text him back like «I'm safe»

Make sure things cool back at the base

After this re-up, it’s gon' put us in a immaculate space

in the safe

Everything on signal just incase that they happen to trace

I don’t need a signal, I don’t wait for it to happen to break

Gotta switch it up cause these niggas be jackin' the pace

Like old nigga, you had your time, this ain’t back in the day

Might roll a half in a day

My roach clips is like water bugs in a tray

First place, it ain’t no runner-ups

High is for the high, but keep some lows in the cut

Break it down, make sure you run it up

Why don’t you make yourself useful, nigga

Roll something up

Pack on my mind, never slackin' with mines

Got some rats on my line, hope you back on your grind

We rollin'