INTRO:
Shit
Choking and shit
Godamn, where the lighter at?

CHORUS:
Roll another jay
Roll another blunt
We get high as hell no front
Ain’t nowhere to go but up
Ain’t nowhere to go but up, yea x2

VERSE:
Rollin on that stanky shit
Og kush don’t play with it
We don’t do them vega’s bitch
It’s Sheets and funnel we makin it
Loud in this room (this room)
Loud in this car (car)
Higher than the moon (the moon)
Fuck it go to mars (I’m gone)
Got that playlist through the speakers
Adidas on my sneakers (my sneaks)
Roll so good I’m the teacher (oh yuh)
A bad bitch on my beeper(brrt)
Like wtf you want I’m trynna get high(high, high)
Whatchu wanna do baby come through and slide (slide,slide)
Yea if you wanna roll a jay gon head and match
Don’t talk too much cause I’m trynna relax (trynna chill out)
Smoking all the g’s fucking up my cash(my cash)
Young n***as might as well go cop a half
Of that Super Nintendo (gas)
In sessions with my kinfolk (my kin)
Mad gabs while off that indo (indica)
Stativa my bestfriend tho, like