[Refrain]
Look
As the sun goes down and the blunt gets lit
How many homie wanna hit this shit
And say pass that (pass that)
Say pass that (pass that)

When the weed is getting low and you don't know where to go
How many homies gon' pick up the phone
And pass that (pass that)
And pass that (pass that)
Yeeah!

[Verse]
My jar lookin' like a tumble weed
I need to go and and get some green before i had to say
Roll me up a couple i'll be there with the devil
Hellevated [decidated] steady on my hustle
Can't see nothin to the kid that be floating on it
Eyes is always bloodshot but I'm down when they kick
Unless you break it up and i see some seeds in there
That'll be the first and last time i ever choose to share
Cause I only smoke that dank from the eight when they [trade]
At the gates at the california state okay
You know what they say I'm feelin good I'm feelin great today
I'm high as a kite you can see my eyes dilate
Wait (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)