Left My Weed

Ayy bro, who got smoke?

Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone

Pure hemp what I roll

And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on

High as the condo

OG seasoned cilantro, I blow

I think I left my wallet and lighter in El Segundo

I can't believe it, believe it (damn)

I do this shit every time, damn (every time)

Get so very high and (so high)

Then forget

What I needed, I needed (what I need)

Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?)

Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out)

'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed)

I fucked around and left my weed

Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed)

I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up)

Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, pull up to front, party goin' live

Everybody happy when the Dogg arrive

Boss in the building, party with a real one

Pocket full of racks and still number one bonafide

Show you right

Post up with a few bottles, a few models

Make a toast to the boss life, I do the honors

I make the hits to make the deals to make the dollars

And I smoke to that

Reachin' in my Louie bag

Tryna find that King Louie stash

Yeah, I'm 'bout to do 'em bad

Baby wanna take a flick

I'm like, "Cool make it quick 'cause I still can't find my shit"

Reach a little deeper, now I'm mad

No weed in the party, all bad

I'm in the parking lot, headed to the whip

'Cause now this party ain't shit

I can't believe it, believe it (damn)

I do this shit every time, damn (every time)

Get so very high and (so high)

Then forget

What I needed, I needed (what I need)

Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?)

Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out)

'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed)

I fucked around and left my weed

Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed)

I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up)

Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, shit, I did it again

Nigga movin' too quick, tryna get with my friends

To get fucked up, I got my coffee cups and the brewskis

But hold up, I noticed I'm missin' my ooh-weed

Like Snoop D, I need at least two Sweets to soothe me

Blunt wraps, Swishers and loose-leaf

Now I got to go back to the crib

And try to sneak in, I hope my gal don't shoot me

Thinking I'm lying, I'm trying to have a good time

Barbecue, music, the good vibes

Wonder should I make a call to come through with an ounce

When damn, I got two at the house

Now I got to make a decision

Should I hit the back door with precision?

Or maybe I should bum from my coffee brothers

They be gottin' Red Dead Redemption vision

I can't believe it, believe it (damn)

I do this shit every time, damn (every time)

Get so very high and (so high)

Then forget

What I needed, I needed (What I need)

Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?)

Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out)

'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed)

I fucked around and left my weed

Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed)

I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up)

Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy bro, who got smoke?

Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone

Pure hemp what I roll

And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on