Chorus 1x
And I just want to smoke my weed I just want to smoke my weed
Why they let my music play
Stuntin in the drop top V, with my n***as and some top notch fees
Why they let my music play
Remember I ain't have no cheese, just yesterday it all was a dream
Why they let my music play
And I just want to smoke my weed, get blunted why I count my cheese
Why they let my music play
Verse 1
I'm with Ken and we smoking
I got endz for flowing like the ocean
Smooth operator ain't a stain on my gators
Balling in L.A like I played for the Lakers
Forty grand in my pocket in the land I'm the gossip
Went from selling grams just to profit, now I'm in the sand somewhere tropic
n***a...Mercy blowing up like a inner-tube
As a shorty growing up b**h I been that dude
Imma ask the b**h once what she finna do
She gone hop up in the truck with intention to
Getting drunk come and bust with a friend or two
Chiefin loud is a must like a ritual
And I prefer the purple, Merc a workaholic and they working like a turtle
Ya movement ain't moving cause it's lames in your circle
Them Lauras playing games in the end they want a Urkel
I'm just twisted of this merlot
Chorus 1x
And I just want to smoke my weed I just want to smoke my weed
Why they let my music play
Stuntin in the drop top V, with my n***as and some top notch fees
Why they let my music play
Remember I ain't have no cheese, just yesterday it all was a dream
Why they let my music play
And I just want to smoke my weed, get blunted why I count my cheese
Why they let my music play
Verse 2
Mama said reach for the stars
Don't you know boy the sky is the limit
Find Mercy eating on a star
Right by Mars with a couple of women
I'm so far gone but cholli I go so hard
My dick hard hoe, get on your knees and go hard
A retard, No! She gimmie that brain I'm recharged
We keep jars of dope, that keisha we call it seashore
Great white sharks in the sea, you just a seahorse
A king ya some peons, be gone for you left peed on
All I need is my music, family, something to chief on
Bad hoe to freak on, with a pretty face to skeet on
G'z on my back like my real n***a Dion
Lion like Leon, kind of like King Kong
Lawrence Fisherman Mercy gotta get his eat on
Past me the keish so I can really get my chief on
Chorus 1x
And I just want to smoke my weed I just want to smoke my weed
Why they let my music play
Stuntin in the drop top V, with my n***as and some top notch fees
Why they let my music play
Remember I ain't have no cheese, just yesterday it all was a dream
Why they let my music play
And I just want to smoke my weed, get blunted why I count my cheese
Why they let my music play