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Lemme put some smoke in you, Baby lets get high
Lemme put some soul in you, Baby can we fly
Baby can I smoke witcha, Baby can we post pictures
Late night watching Pulp Fiction, Baby catch the vibe

Catch the vibe in the smoke, Can't tell a lie to your soul
You tasty like a butter roll, I'm wavy like that Jigga flow
As I'm leanin keep my secrets in a hotbox with a blunt
I'm just feedin the reason for you to tell me whatchu want
What a dollar cost? I don't know but I know 5
Is going halves so cross my path in the smoke and catch the vibe
I got that faded wisdom, now she babysittin
I ain't even lyin, been giving me face a minute
On a South Locust drive, You know the vibes baby
Henny in the back, and you know I'm high baby
I can't lie to you, you've been on my mind lately
Saying peace of mind, giving you a piece of mine babe
I'm so happy I rolled this because the gas that I'm smokin
Got me feeling like if I beat, life will be kosher
I told you I'm conceited, I'm just tryna be open
Couldn't wait a minute, rolled it up in the focus
Is you high now? Actin like I ain't notice
Is you too high? because I can keep going
Don't be baggage unloading, Get to back where we going
Get some wraps when we pull up because I'm actually smokin

Lemme put some smoke in you, Baby lets get high
Lemme put some soul in you, Baby can we fly
Baby can I smoke witcha, Baby can we post pictures
Late night watching Pulp Fiction, Baby catch the vibe

New phone, who dis? I been on some new shit
Shawty get goosebumps just from my new drip
I wanna get a new whip, bargaining a few chips
Till it stack up to the ceiling and a few hits
In the lab on the blunt, I be on some coo shit
Finna make a blueprint on how to leave a footprint
Hood shit in my head, that's the way I bounce
This time around I'ma get a dollar or I drown
No messing around, I'm a dog from the pound
I been barking all loud when y'all hear the sound
You can hear the pain pouring out like
I came a long way from the little mattress
A fat kid, kinda funny, now my bitch the baddest
I ain't ever had shit, niggas always cappin
Saying that they did that, saying that they crack shit
I'm just on my rap shit, nigga bring the facts in
When I get my fans up and they bring the stats in
I'ma get a Patek, diamonds on me dancing
Rolling up a fat spliff and ion have to pass it
But until then, do you wanna go halves bitch?

Lemme put some smoke in you, Baby lets get high
Lemme put some soul in you, Baby can we fly

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