[Verse 1: Blade Brown]
The finest weed we burn on
I told her she could learn from
Me, she said I'm arrogant but she said that's a turn on
Said "Turn off your line", I said "You gotta turn off yours too"
Bitch, I can't turn off my grind, just take a turn on this zoot
We got pure yak in this plastic cup
Drop it low, she back it up
Forget about your man becah that n***a, he just acting up
Yeah she know she cute, dancing while I roll my zoot
You can be my private model, come let's have a photo shoot
X-rated, explicit, picture looking so exquisite
Proper little house raver, she just dropped some X in it
She won't commit adultery cause I'm covered in Dolce
I got her on my camera phone, she looks so pretty don't she?
If you only knew all that shit she only do
That I tell her to, I could probably bring all my homies through
Trill shit, B Brown, my n***a Chip from T town
She heard I'm a cheater, that's how I know she's down

[Chorus: Blade Brown]
I tell that girl "Stop stressing"
Come we get this weed, let's get this shit, let's have a session
Forget about your man becah that n***a's too depressing
Forget about your man becah that n***a's too depressing
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke
[Verse 2: Chip]
I know he been stressing you, that's why I been pressing you
I make sure you never queue for them raves, he ain't letting you
Go so let him go, toke this and take flight
You know me, I never handcuff, only when it's getting freaky time
And these bitches know I'm all that, tell these hating n***as "Fall back"
And if your pussy game's off the Richter scale, I might even pay for your cab
Yeah my heart's cold, December, I am real, no pretender
I've been smoking on amnesia, what's your name cah I don't remember?
I don't mean to be rude, baby it's just banter
Them n***as say they balling, they full of shit, Pampers
So don't believe everything you hear
Chip, Blade Brown, real n***as right here
Everything's set right for a good night
Got a jimmy and a drink and a spliff right here
Yeah I'm the man, seventeen I was paying tax
Most my n***as sell green and white, green and white like the Naija flag
Hustle gang, we on the go, counting G's, smoking O's
Tonight I'm having a celebration, I'm celebrating not being broke

[Chorus: Blade Brown]
I tell that girl "Stop stressing"
Come we get this weed, let's get this shit, let's have a session
Forget about your man becah that n***a's too depressing
Forget about your man becah that n***a's too depressing
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke