(Chorus – Starrah)
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
After blunt after blunt after, hey
Cup after cup, gotta double that up
I’ve been waiting on this all day
Ni**a pass that s**t, yeah
Nia pass that s**t
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
After blunt after blunt after, hey
Cup after cup, gotta double that up
I’ve been waiting on this all day
Ni**a pass that s**t
Ni**a pass that s**t
Ni**a pass that s**t, yeah
N**a pass that s**
(Verse 1 – Jeremih)
The blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up today
I called up the Uber but then I pulled out the Range
Grab that s**ft, yeah
Then grab that bi**h
I roll up to pull up, I’m stunting, I’m stunting, hey
I smoke up to pull up, I pull up and I’m like, hey
That’s that ni**a
Yeah that’s that ni**a
(Verse 2 – Chance The Rapper)
Pass it like a test she cheated on
My bi**h badder than Rashida Jones
Damn near bad as Nia Long when she leave it on
She roll up too, we don’t need a bong
She might kill you if you read her wrong
She a real one, she ain’t goin
I’ve been telling her to leave the streets alone
Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted
Hundred, hundred, honey help me count it
I’m in county they won’t let me out
But I still count on you as my accountant
You don’t let them ni**as baby sit
If you the baby hitter, sit around it
I try to tell her she magic, she be like pass it
I be like bi**h I just grabbed it, pfhh
IGH!
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3: Young Thug]
I’m bickin, I’m back, I’m booling, I’m drinking some grapes
I hopped out the Balmain and then I put on some Bape
Damn you lit, yeah
Big bro you lit, yeah-yeah
My ni**as was hungry, I fed em, put crumbs on they plate
The Frenchie too little, need a big dog to feed us some steaks
I’m for real, so for real about this
I’m so for real, yeah-yeah
(Verse 4 – The Weeknd)
If you’re not with me, I feel bad for your team
You should cut them off, you can follow your dreams
Now the tour is done, I’mma have me some fun
Mix up that Xan with a kickstand
Strip club lit up cause the wristbands
Your friends so low if you ain’t my dog
Don’t talk to mine if you ain’t my dog
Mulsanne on deck with the emblem
I own that s**t, no rental, yee
We f**k up, we fk up, we f**k up, we fk up the road
My ni**as come quick with that lambo, that’s the st
Yeah that’s the st
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 5 – Jeremih)
What you womens talking bout?
I only wanna get up there
A bad bi**h rolling up some good
Light it up and hand me it
All I wanna do is trouble up
Extendo doubled up
Tired as f**k, ain’t no more work
Ease my mind, that’s where it hurt
Pull up in something that go skrrt
Fishtailing like we Durk
Feel like Ray J for the purp
Come and let me hit it first
I’ma pass it if it’s some gas
I’ma pull up, might forget to ask
Smoking Ivory, passing plenty tabs
Roll the Wood up so it can last, ay
(Repeat Chorus)
