Leaf Wraps

Green leaves for the tree smoke
Told her come and see Quiis for the D-stroke
Big nigga with the slick talk
Two steppin' got a motherfuckin pimp walk

Go on back that ass up for a real nigga
Catch a booty like the chills, nigga yes lawd!
Low pass but I play hard, stack it all up the money in the gold yard!
Hey, take that, take that, need a new-ass Maybach
With the top all off it and the insides jet black
Bout to take off jetpack, you can bank that, bet that
Bout to shoot my shot though, you can bet I wet that

Yes Quiis baby, uh
Bout to hit you with the heat baby
Feelin' like I just won a three-peat baby
New man, he ain't stackin' up to me baby
And big boy pockets when I post up in the paint, yea
Two fingers when I'm playing in the paint, yea
Couple shots bout to burn a nigga face, yea
Silly rabbits I ain't never finna chase, yea

Don't be alarmed
Thought you knew we go hard
PG big dogs on the yard
Thought I told you long start
Lemme sip my drank
Gettin' money what you think?
Big troubles when I'm slidin to the bank
Need a house in the hills, no Hank
Know I come up with the funk and you know that shit stank

Had to go and level up my rank
Fresh Vans and you know they ain't laced, yea
Can't be Owls or the Swishers with the taste
Got the green leaf wraps when I'm rollin' up the dank, let's smoke
Let's smoke, let's smoke, let's smoke, let's smoke

Don't know what I should do with myself
Shot myself in the foot, and I'm screwin myself
Get the check, don't know what I'ma do with the wealth
Prolly spend it on myself, and I use it to help somebody else

Wait, somebody help
I need assistance, she talks about her interests, I listen
Because I'm good at that
Taking off on these bitches I ain't looking back
Feel like Tip with the crooked hat
This my verse, where the hook is at

I-I-I think I'm almost done
I can break it down for you, get it 101, like Zoey
Bout they say about me, don't know me
And you hit me once a week and ask me how the shit goin'

I could tell you, it's going real smooth
Bout' to get that big check, I ain't never goin' to school
Yes sir, I been sayin' that since 11th grade
And speakin' of it can you take me back to them better days?
I need's that, and I miss it
Coming back home, let you know when I'ma visit

Don't be alarmed
Thought you knew we go hard
PG big dogs on the yard
Thought I told you long start
Lemme sip my drank
Gettin' money what you think?
Big troubles when I'm slidin to the bank
Need a house in the hills, no Hank
Know I come up with the funk and you know that shit stank

Had to go and level up my rank
Fresh Vans and you know they ain't laced, yea
Can't be Owls or the Swishers with the taste
Got the green leaf wraps when I'm rollin' up the dank, let's smoke

Headshot, game on point like red dot
Camcord stunt girl, clicks on red dot
Make my hair rot, don't want desktop
I ain't playin' games with your XBOX
She gon' fuck a nigga outta wedlock
Lockjaw tongue got that dick in a headlock
Leaf Wraps got me stoned like bedrock

Smokin' with the big nigga with the dreadlocks
Mo' vibe for your head top
Urban shot it, no offense but boy you bet not
Bet not, lot's a toppy taking breaks so I'ma stop it, yea
Redhead hoe, call that Jessie Rocket hey

And I been acting like a misfit
And I'm floatin' off a hit of the piff stick
Miss fit got that ass on Bisquick
Thick bitch suck dick with the fit-bit on, Ooh

Let's smoke