[Intro]
Yeah, chicks do this shit too
I wear pearls and pearl blunts

[Hook]
In that Royce and that rolls with full tint
Don't worry 'bout them boys they can't look in
Just roll it, smoke it, pass it, toke it
Roll it, smoke it, pass it, toke it
Let my n***as re-up with my feet up
Got that weave like Pocahantus so we chiefin'
Just roll it, smoke it, pass it, toke it
Roll it, smoke it, pass it, toke it

[Verse 1: Audra the Rapper]
N***a, they be like why you smell so much?
I'm like for real, I be high so much
Just scared me and the sky, goin' touch
Got angels for neighbors, 2Pac and I do lunch
Left eye and I do brunch, like that touch
Was gonna hit your man's up, but he cry too much
And I'm from Richmond, and I don't deal with bitch men
I'm dealin' with those bad boys, the stayed up in detention
Cause they like the way I be speedin'
And the whip with the V10
Or maybe the Benz, same color as semen
You always see me comin', ain't talkin' 'bout screamin'
Weave like Pocahantus, that's why I stay chiefin'
Thicker than a snicker and my nails a mile long
Complexion look the same standin' next to Nia Long
But the weave longer, the weed stronger
Roll the doobie up let the bong burn
[Verse 2: Nickelus F]
Ay yo, I roll the best ma, admit it
Smoke out the civic, show you how I'm livin'
I only got papers, and no you won't get with 'em
But she was high off the smell before I even lit it
Oh, and that's what we call fire
Cotton mouth now, need agua sip
Chop shop spliffs and hot box the whip
Bags big like botox shots in lips
Shit, I bet you won't remember me
After we finish the L, sip the Hennessy
Presidential suites, sweet, I be Kennedy
Time for his hoodie up, hide my identity
Uh, try my little vaporizer
I nicknamed it the tranquilizer
Uh, Polo down
Only smoke lime green
We don't blow no brown

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Audra the Rapper]
I get high as a window
Smokin' on that window
First letter gone, so is the mental
And I'm mentally unstable get a hold of me
Like the L I toke, ya'll n***as blowin' me
But I be gettin' fucked up with them white boys
Swisher sweets or punks, no white boys
I like my shit to burn slow, ya'll n***as are slow
Go to the store cop a cigarello
Roll it, smoke it, pass it, toke it
Let the spliff burn down till you burn the acrylics
I'm only worried 'bout takin' I ain't worried 'bout dealin'
So I'm gettin' that, hairs got me twistin' like I'm dreaded up
I blaze to get baked where the bread at?
And my clutch is where the bud is at
You can find me in the Marriot, or outside, in that
[Hook]