Stressin’ Blade Brown (Ft. Chip)

[Verse 1: Blade Brown]
The finest weed we burn on
I told her she could learn from
Me, she said I'm arrogant but she said that's a turn on
Said "Turn off your line", I said "You gotta turn off yours too"
Bitch, I can't turn off my grind, just take a turn on this zoot
We got pure yak in this plastic cup
Drop it low, she back it up
Forget about your man becah that nigga, he just acting up
Yeah she know she cute, dancing while I roll my zoot
You can be my private model, come let's have a photo shoot
X-rated, explicit, picture looking so exquisite
Proper little house raver, she just dropped some X in it
She won't commit adultery cause I'm covered in Dolce
I got her on my camera phone, she looks so pretty don't she?
If you only knew all that shit she only do
That I tell her to, I could probably bring all my homies through
Trill shit, B Brown, my nigga Chip from T town
She heard I'm a cheater, that's how I know she's down

[Chorus: Blade Brown]
I tell that girl "Stop stressing"
Come we get this weed, let's get this shit, let's have a session
Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing
Forget about your man becah that nigga's too depressing
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke
And now she's smoking with a G and she don't even smoke
Yeah she pulling on that blunt and she didn't even choke