[Hook: Alex Davis]
I ain't never ever been picky with the sticky icky
Smoking Ricky Williams, got me running all around my city
Shawty it don't matter if you roll that right
Just bring me something i can put this weed inside
Dutchies, Swishers, Backwoods
I got no preference
Redbone, yellowbone, white girl
I got no preference
Bong rips, bubblers, bowl packs
I got no preference
Pa** em all around and we'll get high
sh**, ain't no stressing
[Verse 1: Alex Davis]
Sun round here
Down south where I'm from
Fun nights shared done f**ed up my funds
Fly like Leer, ay I might not sound sincere
When I give compliments
But that's cause frankly I don't f** with sh**
A lot of n***as run away and then run they lips
I heard ya ex got my dick on her bucket list
I heard ya new p**y smell like Grabba-Leaf
Man I just can't stand living averagely
I pack down the weed as I'm diving through dimensions
Instances come and go, so i blow and get lifted
Since the young king was a jit, needed incense
To mask the thick stench, upon mom's entrance, stanking (stanking)
In tune my instincts, balling like Ben Simms
I need these benjis, thank you
(thank you)
If you wish me well, shouts to you
Came up on a band down a wishing well, Hallelu-
Yahhh trick yahhh, get the f** up out my face
We having a sesh tonight, just bring whatever, roll it great
Instruments of all varieties
Wraps you know we've got like every kind
So all I ask of you is please, oh, please
Bring some grade-A and roll it right, not too tight
We fill the joint 'til it is a finger
Hit the gla** like my name Dikembe
Wood pipe if it is presented
Splitarillo if the sh** extended
This vaporizer got me feeling splendid
So, it don't really matter yo I'm with it
[Verse 2: Dookie]
Dookie always been a stoner
If you got some good kush, I'm the designated roller
Twist it up before your high a** can find a light
I been smoking Dutches all night
I know a lot of ya'll prefer Backwoods, but I ain't got no type
I might vape a little in the morning, roll up a white boy for work
Keep a few bongs in the studio, and all them b**hes got percs
I ain't talking about pill popping, thats perculation
I got that medical like I'm a patient
I'm running through packs, you would think that I'm racing
Smoking like it's an occasion
Don't hit my line bro, I don't sell anymore
Smoking it all by myself now, I can yeah I'm making the dough
Ain't sh** put that on my chest though, 100