Ab-Soul - Pass The Blunt (Feat. Schoolboy Q)

You came in and flicked it
You was flicking it you know what I'm saying
On fire, on fire, on fire
I'm trying man
Bitch I'm high as a motherfucking satellite, who got a light
I'm outta sight, outta mind pimp, matching dimes
Don magic wands, roll the greenery
It's what I need where my shin and thigh meet
Huh, yeah I'm such a fucking stoner
Everywhere I dwell you can smell the marijuana odor
What the hell What the hell That's that fire, man
Call the fireman, or the supplier man, tell him slide a gram
Solo, solo, solo You know we smoking that dower
Two titans back to back call em Twin Towers
Haa, Haa And anytime I'm on the ground
I stop, drop, and roll then burn it down
If that's exactly what you're doing right now
Put your lighters up, and wave them round and round
Puff, puff, give real shit
I'll probably run through seven pounds, Will Smith
Pass the blunt, Pass the blunt
Man you tryna smoke or what
Four deep in the Hooptie finna roll the windows up
Pass the blunt, pass the blunt
White paper
That was dutch and swishers, even Philly's filling up
Smoke something bitch Smoke something bitch
Smoke something bitch Smoke something bitch
Smoke something bitch Smoke something bitch
Smoke something bitch Smoke something bitch
Black Hippy, sticky in the piece pipe
No I'm no but I'm throwing up the peace sign
Smoke fill the room every time a nigga inside
And when I'm off this I feel like the HNI
See no seeds in my product that's a no no
I'm three dollars short and I'm a need it for the lolo
I owe the weed man down the street, also
I got the munchies and I haven't ate, Ocho
Fuego, fuego, fuego Ab Solo
I hit the blunt then pass it the horseman on my polo
Daddy Fat Sacks Smoke something bitch
I mean till that motherfucker burn your fingertips
Watch your lip, concentrate
Let's see how much more you can take
I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's
And when your bitch call tripping, pimp man this is what you say
I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's
Pass the blunt, Pass the blunt
Man you tryna smoke or what
Four deep in the Hooptie finna roll the windows up
Pass the blunt, pass the blunt
White paper
That was dutch and swishers, even Philly's filling up
Got something in that optimal swisher got me feeling right
I'm feeling like, Transformer forming in the highest height Yesss
Michael Thriller night, moonwalk in flight yea, yea
Heaven or hell, I be good in paradise uh, uh
I give you satellite uh huh
Or some other shit, Prada Louie printed shits
Getting money growing off the tree, Dough dough
You never smoke but always want the trees, Popo
And that's a no no, I get your son
I take his lung, I let you keep the photo
The swisher burning keep me earning everything in slow mo
, kick it like a dojo
Wake and bake, elevate
Let's see how much more you can take
I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's
And if this month I earn a thou then fuck it I'll buy a vowel
I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's
Smoke something bitch Smoke something bitch
Smoke something bitch Smoke something bitch
Smoke something bitch Smoke something bitch
Smoke something bitch Smoke something bitch
Soul soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Hahaha Lil round, tripping