Light It Up Philthy Rich

[Intro]
Put it in the air
Blow me in the air

[Chorus 2X]
Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up
Light it up, light it up oooh aaah
Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up,smoking until ya.... higgghhh

[1st Verse]
(It's Philthy nigga, peep me out look)
I say, higher than a motha fucka back to back blowing swishers
I don't fuck with broke niggas, and I don't fuck with broke bitches
Might hit the lean, but never play with my nose, that's dope fiend shit
I ain't a dope fiend bitch
Yea a nigga stay high, like these True Religion prices
Bitch stop asking what I spend on my Breitling
Got a zip of that loud, and a bottle of Rose'
Tatted like amigos, shout out my homeboy OJ
Smoking till' my eyes low, trap with the .54
Man I mean the .45, this purple got me so high
Driving with my knees on the way to the cheese
Bad bitch roll my weed wind blowing through her weave
Lot of money in these True's, lot of kush in these blunts
Lot of fake niggas rapping, but who really gives a fuck
I just smoke weed and check traps
And I don't even write raps
I do it of my head nigga
Feed your ass some lead nigga (It's Philthy)