Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it, pass it all around
Girl let's get

I'm a racist smoker
'Cause I, only roll with white boys, can't rock with blunts oh no
And I'm a avid choker
Smoke loud, and it make noise, hear it everywhere I go
So extra extra, read about it (read about it)
The government should legalize it
Watch the crime rate drop, and all the hate stop

The tests have shown, the cancer's here, and the next it's gone
It's not wrong to Cheech that Chong, so put it in a bong
And let's get blown (let's get blown, let's get blown)
And let's get blown (let's get blown, let's get blown)

I want you to
Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it, pass it all around
Girl let's get high
I want you to
Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it, time to slow it down
Girl let's get high
Wanna get high, high

Slow motion when you inhale this smoke
Feel your mood change, now you're riding the wave so high
Clouds status, ain't tryna fight it now, you gotta have it
You gonna be my motivation, so light this fire right now (right now, right now)
The way you break it down, then pick it up
It's something like a grinder right now (right now, right now)
You've got the smooth flow, on the exhale
I've got long stroke, something you can feel, that's real
So let's go to the level, you know so well, and stay for awhile
You know I've invested in how you feel, and that's why

I want you to
Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it, pass it all around
Girl let's get high
Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it, time to slow it down
Girl let's get high

The tests have shown, the cancer's here, and the next is gone
It's not wrong to Cheech that Chong, so put it in a bong
And let's get blown (let's get blown, let's get blown)
And let's get blown (let's get blown, let's get blown)
Stop

Eastside, she said
She ain't never been that high, but proceed to hit it two more time
She blown off strong in my '65, my Chevy feel like a Disney World ride
She gone, she gone like she's not even home, got the not disturbed mode on her phone
Spitta got the game, let me put her in the cold
Audio dope they download, I make more dough to take those
Trips, have your friend's jealous
They can't catch us but they can smell us
I'm paper'ed up, like when can you tell us
I'm paper'ed up, smoking personal color to selfie
I'm paper'ed up, and I'm not selfish
Paper'ed up, blunts are not healthy
Paper'ed up, Jet Life, live life wealthy
Paper'ed up, paper'ed up, bank account stretcher
Paper'ed up, paper'ed up, seven Rolexes

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BRANDON AVERY SMITH, JARRETT GOODLY, LLOYD POLITE, QUENTIN AMEY, SHANTE FRANKLIN