In Love Wit This Bud Mac Miller (Ft. Yung Brody)

[Intro: EZ Mac & Yung Brody]
Yo, we here to do it for the weed smokers, right? Haha
Brody, where you at?
EZ Mac, Brody
Chyeah, ayy, put your L's up, 'Burgh
Light another one, then roll another one too (I'm into this)
Shit's cracked, dog (Haha, you know)

[Verse 1: Yung Brody]
Yo, yo, that Cali dro', woah, and I'm good to go
Single box of duchy-palmer's (Single box)
And them niggas gettin' blowed, yo
Shorty drop it low and she started gettin' dough
She sayin' that she celibate, but God know that she still a ho
Yo, is you feelin' me?
Yeah, yeah, I'm chillin', B (Chillin')
Puffin' on that Perc', nigga, I can feel it killin' me
We opened up the bag of white and then it started spillin' keys (Oh, share that)
And I stay high like a credit card billin' fee (Props to that)
I'm killin' these faggots that be grillin' me (Yeah)
Blunt full of [?] tree, and nobody as real as me
Supply the man, how I'm flippin', movin' all the scrill on trees
Niggas talk, I'm blowin' out they necks like a guillotine

[Chorus: EZ Mac]
I think I'm in love with this bud (Haha)
With this bud (Yo, roll that shit up, Brody)
With this bud (That strawberry cough)
I think I'm in love with this bud (You know what I'm sayin'?)
With this bud (Ayy, this beat got me crazy)
With this bud (Yo)
With this bud (Look, yeah)