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[Hook] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out B*tches and they asses out, money-countin' cotton mouth Yeah, we rollin' papers over here, n*gga Yeah, we rollin' papers over here, n*gga [Verse 1] My swagger's straight through the roof, b*tch Maharishi kicks and Bape Tee's I really do this Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit Smokin' joints with mixed breed b*tches, right where the pool is I never press, just relax, don't start choosin' Take a note so high to wing you f*ckin' students Left my main chick now the new b*tches I'm scoopin' Stacey Dash type, I'm cheatin' and they clueless I'm from the gang or the pack or the litter Better guard your daughter or your mother or your sister Chances are she is an avid O.F. listener And when we exit she will proceed to exit with us To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor Party all night, it's her dream to be with us She'll Tae Kwon Do anythin' that we mentioned Just because she know that we the Wolf Gang n*ggas [Hook] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out B*tches and they asses out, money-countin' cotton mouth Yeah, we rollin' papers over here, n*gga Yeah, we rollin' papers over here, n*gga [Verse 2] I kept it G, kept the good weed fired up It's been a good year, record labels wanna hire us But O.F. just chillin', let the f*ckers admire us My shit's so swift, I could gay Miley Cyrus up But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen Ice water cold, I'm the coldest n*gga rappin' Y'all was cool in high school, what the f*ck happened? Still low like Laurel parkin' ticket is, I'm dashin' Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? Yup Ignorant as f*ck but I swear I won't change up That's a bad call, b*tches catch fastballs Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call [Hook] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out B*tches and they asses out, money-countin' cotton mouth Yeah, we rollin' papers over here, n*gga Yeah, we rollin' papers over here, n*gga |