Fascinating Grass Quelle Chris (Ft. 87, Big Tone & Roc Marciano)

[Intro]
Fascinating grass
Grass

[Verse 1: Big Tone]
Inhale an L of elevation vegetation
Out the one-hitter and exhale a spell of medication
Get the case in the front gate for drunk dates
And cheap scents synonymous with D-list celebrations
The smell of cocktails be hella' abrasive
Still I never felt the belch my name is Stella Factious
The flyest accommodations of hotel arrangements
Still bleaching the scent of reefer out they elevators
I'm in the hooka lounge, lounging with the hooka, hacking through the clouds
Poolside taco meat scatter with my belly hanging
Celly ringing, voicemail be banging off the chain
Never check 'em though, it's probably better if your text contain it
So many lost hotel keys the front desk complaining
I'm in the complementary robe, stanky legging
With my necklace hanging, chest neck
Carti framing like a westside seven native
And this is either Sour Diesel or I'm levitating
The Hermes really burn em' sunny no more speculation
Wasting, Crown Nation, the explanation
When your favorite rappers acting like next debatin Satan