FYMOB - Exquisite lyrics

[Hook:Pierre] Sitting back with my feet up Like a boss Gotta pocket full of reefer Finna get lit You don't wanna miss this This is that Exquisite 3x Sitting back with my feet up Like a boss Gotta pocket full of reefer Finna get lit You don't wanna miss this This is that Equisite 3x [Verse1:Rolo] Exquisite in my blunt make a f** n***a hush Cause its that loud, way too high can't come down Wanna f** with me better bring yo plane ticket If you ain't got it n***a you can't hit it All my n***as they love to get high, f**in all these b**hes Telling hoes lies, when i sober up i just tell them i was high so don't be mad at my lies It's so evil how sour diesel make me rock the mic like bennie segal n***a i smoke i don't have no reason, Roll it, Smoke it, Love it, Burn it Kinda like you had it sitting in the oven not quite though Kush got more colors than a rainbow Everybody know, that rolo got good smoke Like a forest fire, except this one starts with a lighter n***as say they high, im getting higher n***a said he ball but the boy's a lair Shorty got high & showed me she's a biter I'an even tripping cause a freak's required If smoking was my job i'd never retire Cause i keep that Exquisite My chill a** n***as be chilling My smoking a** n***as be smoking But none of my n***as be choking But all these hoes be hoeing So i tapped that like a loud pack Don't touch that, you'll get smacked My n***as got big gats So any beef they handle that Don't got time for that I'm to high for that.. [Hook:Pierre] Sitting back with my feet up Like a boss Gotta pocket full of reefer Finna get lit You don't wanna miss this This is that Equisite 3x Sitting back with my feet up Like a boss Gotta pocket full of reefer Finna get lit You don't wanna miss this This is that Equisite 3x [Verse2:Pierre Kicked back with my feet up All my n***as around me, Better ease up Yo I'm Finna come through n***a turn up And I got a few blunts we can burn up n***a Can't lie I'm kinda lifted 3 0 3 that exquisite If you haven't tried this then you missing,out on this flame n***a hit this.. That mob bumping through your speakers So if you f**in with our sh** you better tweet us In about 2 years n***as can't reach us Catch in Cali chillin smoker reefer All this gold make you have a seizure Got a bad b**h, she on her knees bruh Makin me never ever wanna leave her But I ain't even gonna front ima have to leave her, yes All my n***as be packing & all my n***as stay toking None of my n***as be Rollin Cause we don't f** with those pills All my n***as is trill G.38 ro toting that steel You a f** n***a just stay still That mob we in for the k** And all these house hoes they wanna f** me Cause I'm bout to get a deal & these hoes don't really love me Yes I know that they ain't real So I smash no cuffin These are top notch hoes that were f**in Tryna turn nothing into something Everything is what we runnin