Webbz - Pre-Rollin lyrics

Ft. Prez P (Hook x2) This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine n***a, we ain't even want it We gotta get high and I'm upon this So f** what they sayn, my n***a, keep it rollin' Just keep it rollin' (Verse: Webbz) Cuz I rise up, I twist one, that THC in my system Smokin' session, just missed one, gang of flavors, just pick one 32 liter, just mix one, smokin' big, no nyx, hun Got a problem, it's a fix sum', pa** around till that sh** done And off Miami, smoke in California, crack the roof if the crackers on ya Dawg said I reek like the pack was on ya, bout my cheese like the pack was on ya 28's of that Amsterdam, you can keep yo lil half a gram My diss and ? is like half a plan, that reggie sh** is like a hazzard fam Yeah, blow it outta my lungs, got music, family and funds To the crib it's lookin' like runs Need the four door, then next, the coupe Fam plot that we execute, from the earth soil so he bless the root Smellin' like I stood next to Snoop Throwin' loud in my grinder, layed up on the vagina Stuck in anotha country, mary jane I'm a fond of Throwin' loud in my grinder, layed up on the vagina Stuck in anotha country, mary jane I'm a fond of Yeah! (Hook x2) This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine n***a, we ain't even want it We gotta get high and I'm upon this So f** what they sayn, my n***a, keep it rollin' Just keep it rollin' (Verse 2: Prez P) Huh, bands cuttin' thru the turnpipe like a knife Been on this road from day to night, but it's a hype Cut the tree down the perfect height Light and get light, me and Webbz higher than planes Them lames still low as kites Seen n***as like us that lead em fools, it's only right Miami sh** what b**hes like This Miami, mommy, you won't be the first or the last It's a lifestyle, couple packs and just payed it cash I'm stickin' to the script, it's the paper that I'm readin' I laughed, cuz back in cla** they say math everything but I ain't believe it n***as be full o' pride, for they family don't provide Hoes be all conceded, they don't even call ya when you need it I blast, pa** all that OG grams, get jammed and crammed way back when rap was in past We runnin' laps, neva sweatin' em cats Scratch all that crap that they yap It's paper the stat, n***as gon' f** pages, they lookin' back Back (Hook x2) This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine n***a, we ain't even want it We gotta get high and I'm upon this So f** what they sayn, my n***a, keep it rollin' Just keep it rollin'