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Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out
Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga
Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga
My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch
Maharishi kicks and Bape tee's I really do this
Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit
Smokin' joints with mixed breed bitches, right where the pool is
I never press, just relax, don't start choosin'
Take a note so high to wing you fuckin' students
Left my main chick now the new bitches I'm scoopin'
Stacey Dash type, I'm cheatin' and they clueless
I'm from the gang or the pack or the litter
Better guard your daughter or your mother or your sister
Chances are she is an avid OF listener
And when we exit, she will proceed to exit with us
To the Homestead suites to drink liquor
Party all night, it's her dream to be with us
She'll Taekwondo anythin' that we mentioned
Just because she know that we the Wolf Gang niggas
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out
Bitches and they asses out, money countin', cotton mouth
Yeah, we rollin' papers over here, nigga
Yeah, we rollin' papers over here, nigga
I kept it G, kept the good weed fired up
It's been a good year, record labels wanna hire us
But OF just chillin', let the fuckers admire us
My shit's so swift, I could gang Miley Cyrus up
But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen
Ice water cold, I'm the coldest nigga rappin'
Y'all was cool in high school, what the fuck happened?