Chorus:
Sometimes da game got me stressin partner I can’t
lie.I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole
piece I aint never lied.I put my weed hand n da
sky.I put my weed hand n da sky.I respect it for
da luv of life.a whole piece I aint never lied.I
put my weed hand in da sky.I put my weed hand in
da sky.

V1:
The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix.It’s
baby bash the modern day jimmy hendrix.deep down
in texas,dope house is so relentless.the fluff is
endless.smokin wit my lawer and my dentist.Feelin
stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks.Smokin
on greener reef.singing boby to dem older
cats.(bobby brown)Dem dolger sax,wit a coffee
grinder at my mercy.Dun rolled a lax wit a
highspeed chasers ones dat coudn’t curch me.Cocked
mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my spirit lifted
though.My spiritual,lyrical,it’s hydromyrical.I’m
comin visious though,wit a fully loaded off dat
durby. feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are
like dat curby.and don’t desturb me when I’m
floatin to my foriegn land.You no fo’ sho’ I keep
my pipe in my weed hand.My weed hand is something
I don’t disrestpect.Your weed hand throw it up and
represent your weed.

chorus:

V2:
I’ma gonna admit it and you know I’m wid it.begin
his life,got his only one and split it.Lit it up
wit my nephew.and now I’m floatin.My crown is
broaken.soakin up my soal.sippen styraphone
cups.choken now I’m low.If you ridden on us dats
cool but pass da joint.diamonds flyin and you just
had to go.cuz u dun cast da vote.and I didn’t even
get a hit.no not even a little bit.so now help me
get rid of dis.baby girl don’t disrespecr the
luv.and I can’t see dat.ask where we get the best
of bud.put up ur weed hand.

Chorus:

V3:
Man I been down dis way b4.I hit da bong back up
and blow.I’m too damn high don’t pass me no mo’.I
blaze drown,sip on a 4.stayin high I’m on a note.u
can smell da bong all on my clothes.man look at my
eyes they bout to b closed.I’m choken dudes up out
hte room wit my weed hand in the sky.I’m stayin
blowed on octamodes and I’m leanin half da
time.I’m stayin high and I hustle fool.don’t be at
home up on my ass gotta get up and glock sum cash.
hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free.but not wit
a young P.I.M.P.Just cuz I’m young don’t mean I’m
dumb.Red microphones now blaze sum of dat greener
reef.and pour sum of dat purple stuff.down here we
smokin bud.ya I no u herd of us.

chorus:

ending outro:My weed hand,put ur weed hand in da
sku,my weed hand,east west,my weed hand,north
south,something we can all relate to,my weed hand.