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Maybe it's that... maybe it's that... maybe it's that Dro that I'm smokin got me rollin, slow motion I'm blowin' dough that's so potent, got a nigga coughin and chokin I'm in that... Boxframe cadillac, swervin off the exit ramp Split my swisha with my thumb, rolling hydroponic plants I got the bass bangin, window cracked Breakin down a reefer sack Big money grip with an ounce of that piff and a fo-fifth in my lap I'm in that boxframe cadillac, swervin off the exit ramp Split my swisha with my thumb nigga roll that Hydroponic Pint of 'gnac, mix it with the red bull, take another pull of this dodey This endo, roll up that window If you see me rollin in I'm smokin, guarantee Fire weed Not a stick, not a seed, pack of blunts all I need I'm about to get sent up I don't give no fuck man I'm all about gettin fried I don't know how they do it where you reside GI Niggas smoke and ride Catch a contact Non smokers fall back, we can chit-chat I'd rather be in, gone in the 'Llac Yo I've been smokin since a youngin Coppin halfs and quarter onions Peach optimo, fillin it with that leafy green stuffin And my nigga? he used to smoke one with me after practice Cuttin classes and constantly dumpin ashes And I miss my dude, wishin I could still be with my dude I'd give it all up to get him back I swear to god All the money, cars and expensive jewels Yeah I smoke that G-5 blaze Just to ease the stress and pain Mama think I'm strange Maryjane put alot of evil thoughts in my brain Alotta times man I be on that murda shit Hit me with the spinach if you got a problem with it you can tell that to my Burner Please don't make me act a fool Tryna keep my cool But my head, missing screws So you know it ain't no doubt I'mma straight jab out Like I ain't got shit to lose