Roses

Ring around the roses, pockets full of roaches

I'm so stoney baloney and you didn't even notice

Cops be armed and focused to take what we be smoking

I think they kill us more than weed and I ain't even joking

But I be on that potent, magical like a potion

It's the healing component, I'm feeling it as I'm rolling

Or loading, it got you choking, don't hold it too long

Gas mask, hit the bong, I promise you might just be slumped

We just trying to have us some fun

We're young so we do what we want

Smoking in front of my son, blunt after blunt after blunt

Rapping while I be too drunk

Still I be getting shit done

Lemonade mixed with some rum

Fucking your bitch with my tongue, I hope it stung

Like Fireball up in ya lungs

Weed taste like bubblegum

She giving me that dummy dumb

Make a bitch go fucking numb

Beat it like a fucking drum

Eat it, never leaving crumbs

Now she think I'm the freaking one

I need to spray some bitch-be-gone

This bitch annoying

I need a foreign when I be touring

I'm getting bored, just smoke some more, I'm in Singapore

With Rita Ora, I'm on the Boards, went from tinker toys

To we them boys, they need a voice

This music got my team employed

Ring around the roses, pockets full of roaches

I'm so stoney baloney and you didn't even notice

Ring around the roses, pockets full of roaches

I'm so stoney baloney and you didn't even notice

Ring around the roses, pockets full of roaches

I'm so stoney baloney and you didn't even notice

Ring around the roses, pockets full of roaches

All of my weed metucular, I call it OG CHO Bitch

Look in my eyes, do you see that I'm high

On Cloud 9 doing 185

Niggas be smoking, but ain't getting high

Fuck out the way if you wasting my time

I'm a suicide stoner

Smoking tryna gain closure

Now my thoughts in the open