Stank In My Blunt Kid Ink

[Intro]
Yeah
Break down, roll up
Roll up

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I break down, roll up
Snake size, Cobra
Swisher sweet, two cups of lean
Just popped off no soda
What you smoke it's so-so
Might pass it off like, "So what?"
These scrub niggas get no love
Wrap it up, toga
OG only
Smell that Folgers
I will never change like the money in your sofa
We smokin' everyday in a loca-motive
Drop-top, choo-choo
With your girlfriend going coo-coo
Everybody know me. Wizard of that OZ
Say they smoking grade A, but all these niggas is phony
Is six heads too fat?
Blunts, call it flowtree
Bonfire, shit going
Round burning so slowly