ImprompTwo - Can I Hit It lyrics

[Verse] (Skegee Slimm): It was a whole lot of smoke and one little rich n***a Now, how many b**hes wanna get with this n***a? Rolling swishers, drinking liquor got me feeling myself I brought a whole O, and I'mma smoke til none's left I don't need no help--by my got damn self But, baby girl so fine, I can't help myself Say she wanna hit the weed to relieve herself I've got just what you need. b**h, enjoy yourself Inhale, exhale. Girl, let's make the smoke dance Engage in conversations to get you out them pants Call it smoke and romance. Girl, I'm Mr. Cram the Gram So high in a trance, she forgot about her man Ain't nothing going on but some smoking and flirting Once she got that drink in her, then she started to t**ng Left cheek, right cheek. Man, that booty was working I got a message for your man. Tell that n***a I'm serving Hook: I was rolling one up. And, she was like "Can I hit it? I just wanna have some fun." Baby girl, I'm with it You know we Blowing big blunts in the air over here. Blowing, blowing big blunts in the air Blowing big blunts in the air over here. Blowing, blowing big blunts in the air [Verse] (Sip Jackson): Don't you wanna ride with a n***a from the 4 Plus two. Super southern butler, cousin kick a flow one time Bet I have you wide open Blunt smoking til you choking on the whoa Say fasho one time if you down for the trip Sip down wit the sh**s, if ya mind is legit I can feel it, playa pimpin'. Cuz ya physics is amazing Not to mention I can spit or baby I might take my time And sing to you if the blunt is potent Cheetah print, I gotcha thunder rollin' Geetchie n***a, got her lumber holdin' The prescription for the serotonin Game close to frozen on a b**h Kick sh**--Ryu. Lookin for a Chun Li, with her eyes Chun Li off the super strong Space her out and let my troopers storm My n***as say to bring ya troop along [Hook] [Verse] (Eskimo $hawty): I was blowing blunts in the club (You know I got it smellin' right) And, she was like, "Can I hit it?" (You most certainly can!) I just wanna f** something up. So, baby is you with it? You know I got that mellow-yellow onion for ya I come out the back with something trafficked out of Georgia Blowing on that cotton candy, higher than a roller coaster Is you feeling me? We full of that Hennessey Hit it and had to quit it, and now she claiming conspiracy (Damn!) Still known as a ice-cold playa patna I write the prescription for these b**hes. Who needs a doctor? Doctor crack your back for that cataracts She wait for me to smoke so I can poke. You know I'm up for that Big blunts pointed in the air Thot buckets jocking on a real true player b**h, get your business. She wanna roll with the pimpin' Now, big blunts got her limpin' [Hook] [Verse] (Cale Charles): I met her at a party Hardly devoid of alternate opportunitues With other women in denim dressed down to a T Optical venom in Halter tops and j**elry I'm thinking of snatching up 2 or 3 Latching them onto me, hoping that you happen to see Matching pa**ions and weed Smashing, fastly unfastening jeans Happily pa**ing half of this royal gra** to a queen Imagine. Coy ain't my thing. Masters in cunnulinguistics Practice whenever she visits. Tell daddy, whose P is it? I'm curious. For serious Take a pull of this kush, so we can happy thoughts and fairy dust Into the stratos. Your apparatus is fabulous, driving me madder than Maddox, or mathematics In fact I'm an addict, higher than attics for your specific craft of magic You're the worst if she the baddest. Can I have it? What's happening? [Hook] x2