Rollin N Smokin - Lil Debbie, Bricc Baby

DJ Swish

Swish on the beat so you know this shit pumping

Bitch I’m a boss west side representing

Blowing on the best two grams in this swisher

Only bad bitches fall deep in the coop

Got my shit on loop

Smokin tree like snoop

Bitch we blowing, blowing, blowing

Blowing blowing, blowing

Two fattys got and I’m going, going, going, going

And I’m all work turnt up feeling how I wanna

Blowing on that northern california marijuana

Hoe I’m so shaded

Turnt up my team just to show you that we made it

Bitches will kill for these trees that we tasted

I smoke up and chill this that time that we wasted, god damn

How the hell we still gettin money

Don’t mind the smell that’s the kill coming for me

Stop that another one, i’m switching four lanes

With the top down screaming down money ain’t a thing

We just rollin and blowin

Smokin on the finest you ain’t know them

We just rollin, stoning, smoking till my eyes barely opened

We just rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

We just smokin and chillin

Mother fucker about to make a killer

I’m from LA but i ride it like a skater

Me and Debbie chop it chop it get a paper

My chunky got 31 flavors and you niggas

Use to ball like the lakers look I flip the

Pack and get it out of here, sippin on that

Red and yellow like the colour lit if a nigga

Disrespect make them disappear put the

Beam on his back hit him in the head

But it’s funny how you thought I was playing

Nigga you is the best call it what you want

Nigga switch team for all my rida niggas

Switch team never fuck with a rida nigga

And I’m from Roden I’m from Roden

Trying to be a stunner you a stoner

Stoner come get your bitch cause she ugly

Number one she say she want to ride the

Dick like a roller coaster

So we rollin and blowin

Smokin on the finest you don’t know them

We just rollin stoning smoking too much

Till my eyes barely opened we just rollin

Rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin

We just smokin and chillin mother fucker

About to make a kill

Catch me at the shop baddest bitch you ever

Saw 3 row of blow and we about to blow them

Out flexing with no flow bad bitches no joke

Turning up slow while we waving middle finger

Blowing blowing blowing blowing blowing and

We still rollin rollin rollin rollin I smoke like a

Pope cause I get it for the low and I’m about

To roll it up got a kush in the high and I stay

As high as I want to like that couple pounds

Got me feeling like a treat it’s like that and

You know it’s just like that when I say blow it

Back 320 from me like that smoking like a

Chimney death to my enemies shit and

Phony hoes and everything that you

Pretending to be bitch don’t blow my high

You ain’t got to see I’m faded to know I’m Fly

We rollin and blowin smoking on the

Finest you don’t know em we just rollin stonin

Smoking till my eyes barely open we just

Rolling rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin

Rollin rollin We just smokin and chillin mother fucker

About to make a kill