Lyrics:
Roll one smoke one
We getting high
Like we all up in the sky
Put your lighters up
Puff puff pass
Can we just get a little more higher
Roll one smoke
know the homie Project Pat
Yeah mane, my turn? Yessir!
Mane, I'mma show you how we
Do it down here mane
What's the deal? Rolling on the pill
Silling
Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top
Time to talk about the money, I can tell you 'bout a profit
Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects
Diamonds
And smoke and get high
I smoke and get high
I smoke and get high
L Ride
Full flight
Soaring high a hell
Floating by heaven
Clouds eight, night and ten
Blue
Chris
Kodak the boss, yeah, bitch
KTB, kill that boy, cutthroat
Walk in my room, it's a gun show
And I get high off the gun smoke, high off the meth
bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne
Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,
a Barbie
And I only know shorty by Instagram name
This fronto got me high, so high, so high
The Xans got me high, so high, so high
The mollies got me
I Know you don't smoke weed
I know this
But Ima get you high today
Yo, why you put so much grabba in this shit, nigga?
Yo
Some real shit, grab
bro
And try to play me get bent like kick door
I luv to smoke my weed
I luv to smoke my weeeeeed
Let me smoke my trees
Let me smoke my treeees
I luv
don't know when you gon' get that pipe again, girl)
I be up high but I want some more (you better treat it right, yup)
Fast car, I want all the smoke
You see what I'm going through?
A million gazillion pounds
I can't let it get me down
My patience just keep me up, my blunt will just get me high
If
Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin' projects
Still a nigga, ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here
Niggaz, just don't understand the story
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Got no peace
I get too high so I don't eat
Don't trust no
often makes them choke
But don’t let ‘em fail, make them inhale
Teach your kids to smoke
If you want your kids to get
Good marks and generally do well
got da ghost of Jeffrey Dona with me
[Chorus]
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dog Project Pat'll play it
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
Is this thing on? Word
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We're just havin' fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out? (shit, ayy
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, wanna get high, high in the sky
I don't ever wanna come down, so give me a ride
Pat me down my pockets, yeah, my keys are
tortellini smokin' project pat to that ghetto greenie
If I let her in can't let her leave me that p got water that letter steamy
More a smoker you can keep
the chamber for you weak ass coward)
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me, Project Pat, I keep it real
I'mma introduce you, you's a sucka
by the pound, I get dumb high
I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah
I send money to my daughter,
looked more optimistic
The night he picked up them theater tickets
We gave up, so he found his way with a gun
Now Pat, he public enemy number one
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