What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)

nigga how you feel comin'out that project nigga

to these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts

smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's





You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn

bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn

roll it up I'm smokin

roll it up I'm chokin





We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies

weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my nigga

I went from G's and thieves nigga

we blowin the weed my nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys)

I'm in that Bentley Coupe nigga

from Shine On video to six foot shorty too my nigga

and yeah we headed up town nigga

blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga

and yeah ridin big is my crown nigga

holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my nigga (believe that)

to be the boss that I be nigga

and smoke weed everyday of the week nigga

on Stunna Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz

we gettin money everyday of the week nigga

it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me

we blow that purple everyday in my city streets









I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there

sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair

in the two piece Chenell shades and the (??)

Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash

and I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like

mothafucker this is Cash Money you know what the life like

you smoke what you can, we smoke what we want

it's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk

the higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian

get it by the block it ain't open for discussion

I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge

I'm float with the cloud above and then go with the stars

blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars

they say you need a ship but niggaz get there in they cars

Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out

I'm clearin my throat and I'm at it again my nigga no doubt









I took a half a block, gettin my ice box for freshness

got half the block complainin how loud the stench is

Pewhheeeee pimpin (??)purple or blue, white widow

cause after a few hits ya through

can't get no realer then 6 Shot baby

hot like a smokin tree baby you think I'm crazy

keep the windows foggy in the black Harley

puffin on Bob Marley the sticky ick-no seeds and sticks

gotta love it bout the size of ya finger

get a light nigga this one's a banger fuckin right

got that light green, red, orange, yellow

got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap

you ever ask a nigga bout me

cause them hoes know Shot blows guns 7 days a week

Huh picture I'm an O.G.

from a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki