i'm a cigarello fiend smokin weed like it's oxygen
out rollin out this half ounce
nigga i puff grass till i pass out
half ounce what i got to smoke up in some days
yeah i choke up and get blazed
eyes closed up and get glazed
i'll blow some in your face
but you ain't hitting nothin
if i'm in here i gotta smoke somethin nigga
crack a swishy if i'm rollin up that good
yeah i know you wish you could
ain't nothin funny gettin money like i should
anywhere i go niggas know i smokin good
niggas know about what young khalifa into
you know i'm street official
you should keep your issue
where them heaters hit you
and you could tell that i'm a boss
don't really gotta tell you that i'm smokin good
you smell it through the wall