Maybe it's that... it's that... maybe it's that Dro I'm smokin got me rollin, slow motion I'm blowin' dough that's so potent, got a nigga and chokin I'm in that... Boxframe cadillac, off the exit ramp my swisha with my thumb, rolling hydroponic plants I got the bangin, window cracked down a reefer sack Big money with an ounce of that piff and a fo-fifth in my lap I'm in that cadillac, swervin off the exit ramp Split my swisha with my thumb nigga that Pint of 'gnac, mix it with the red bull, another pull of this dodey This endo, up that window If you see me in I'm smokin, guarantee, fire Not a stick, not a seed, of blunts all I need I'm about to get sent up I give no fuck man I'm all about gettin fried I don't know how do it where you reside GI niggas and ride a contact Non fall back, we can chit-chat I'd rather be in, in the Yo been smokin since a youngin Coppin halfs and onions Peach optimo, it with that leafy green stuffin And my nigga? he to smoke one with me after practice cuttin classes and dumpin ashes And I miss my dude, I could still be with my dude I'd it all up to get him back I swear to god All the money, cars and jewels I smoke that G-5 blaze Just to ease the and pain Mama think I'm Maryjane put of evil thoughts in my brain times man I be on that murda shit Hit me with the if you got a problem with it you can tell that to my Please don't me act a fool Tryna my cool But my head, missing So you know it ain't no doubt straight jab out Like I ain't got shit to