[Verse 1: Oktane]
Ok you bring the weed, you bring the food
You call the girls up, you bring the booze
We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise
To the hide out and think 'bout what we'll get high 'bout
I got my girl I blow her back out until the lights out
Ima marry that, gimmie that (inhales smoke)
I like my weed like my music, loud
Ladies always screamin when they choosin, ow
So if we gonna do this than lets do this right now
Cause the way the world moving we could all be going down
Just know that we're behind the steering wheel let's move it right
Peace and love smoke to that, who's got a light?
Puff it now pass it down laps around the room
They want me to rap about shooting like dying is cool
No colors, one race, that we're losing
We'll win tomorrow, move that table and bring those brews in
Tell your followers you bring 5 girls get 2 dudes in
Gotta keep the ratio, don't play this on the radio
These models check in for me now
It's sweats and flip flops, oh this one for the pretty girls
That fuck with hip hop or real rap music or whatever you wanna call it
You never get the bigger picture from inside the wallet
So stop chasing the bread, start chasing your dreams
Internet is the feds, molly got us like fiends
Only drugs that hurt us seem to be the only ones doctors prescribe
And everything that kills us makes us all feel alive
Ok you bring the weed, you bring the food
You call the girls up, you bring the booze
We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise
To the hide out and think 'bout what we'll get high 'bout
I got my girl I blow her back out until the lights out
Ima marry that, gimmie that (inhales smoke)
I like my weed like my music, loud
Ladies always screamin when they choosin, ow
So if we gonna do this than lets do this right now
Cause the way the world moving we could all be going down
Just know that we're behind the steering wheel let's move it right
Peace and love smoke to that, who's got a light?
Puff it now pass it down laps around the room
They want me to rap about shooting like dying is cool
No colors, one race, that we're losing
We'll win tomorrow, move that table and bring those brews in
Tell your followers you bring 5 girls get 2 dudes in
Gotta keep the ratio, don't play this on the radio
These models check in for me now
It's sweats and flip flops, oh this one for the pretty girls
That fuck with hip hop or real rap music or whatever you wanna call it
You never get the bigger picture from inside the wallet
So stop chasing the bread, start chasing your dreams
Internet is the feds, molly got us like fiends
Only drugs that hurt us seem to be the only ones doctors prescribe
And everything that kills us makes us all feel alive
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