Hitman & Jet 2 - Roll It Up lyrics

Chorus (Jet 2 w/ Hitman) She said she want that contact, I Get her hot-box high All in her eye (the ride) Roll a little weed up for me for me for me (roll it up for me) Verse 1 (Hitman) Baby I'm so high, baby I'm so faded Been smokin' weed, you should taste this I feel faceless, eyes tight like braces Chiefin' with my n***as like we play the Raiders Check out my steez, fire in all my weed And I get high all by myself if ain't no one to please Cause I've got several needs, that involve several things And one of 'em is your girl wet while I swim in between, Yeah Chorus Verse 2 (Hitman) Four grams in a blunt, sh** burn for thirty minutes Eyes and your throat burnin' just a couple symptoms On my high cloud, suddenly in rhythm That's when I'm feelin' my bars like I went to prison But I went to the medical shop right on Venice Where I copped the dro that hit harder than tennis Higher than me, you finished Probably need a replenish Been doin' this since tenth grade when I started ditchin' Chorus Verse 3 (Hitman) Checkin' my weed mileage, feel like I went ahead Gonna O.D. up off this sh**, don't mean a n***a dead Can't be a burden on my piff if you don't bring the bread Especially when I get fed up on you extra heads I like my b**hes red-bone like skeleton Who let me crash up in that p**y with no settlement Girl, I'm yo' middle man when you trynna blow Whether it be my dick or two blunts of dro Chorus Verse 4 (Hitman) We smoked another eighth, but I got no limit There was a soldier in my lungs, now he's a lieutenant Stopped smokin' for a day, he was barely livin' Must have gave a n***a air when I started piffin' Ain't blowin', you trippin' I got a life to live it I got that kind of weed you talk about, shout out my critics And to my fans, 4-20 every day you listen I want a million of y'all, the kind of sh** I'm wishin' Chorus