R.U.A.O. Lyrics

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No dumbing it down

I swear you can smell it before you bust open the package

We don't be smoking the same

So I never pick up when she wana match it

I don't wana tap it if it aint gon hit like the shit that you got in that patek

We blowing it down my neighbors complaining

This shit loud as Tiffany Haddish

Shit getting out of control

When I'm with the gang no telling how many get rolled

Careful when puffing the co

Hit it one time it feel like its snatching yo soul

It's a few people in order for me to be round'em

It's best that I probably get doed

I had a meeting with administration

Was baked like I went and set in the stove

Up in the air like I'm popping a wheel

She breaking It down I'm breaking a seal

I couldn't fit everyone in my plans

I'm in the clouds and they in they feels

I like to stuff'em roll'em and light'em

Baby know I don't be fuckin with pills

Its three in the morning but I got the munchies

I'll mess around and throw something on the grill

I tell people I'm doin fine but I got a lot on my mind

Stressing over shit that's out my control

I guess that'll fade with time

Put out the seventh we burning the eighth

Mish jus fired down number 9

I'm rolling up ten as soon as it come out the grind yea

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Stoned as a rock

But I'm thinking bout bigger business while I'm easing my mind

It's amazing what you get accomplished when you buckle down and just put in time

My homie just hit me he say he in town he coming with four different kinds

He smoking we out like we serving up bbq he never asked for a dime

Let's pick up the pace

Roll'em and don't leave a trace

I take it straight to the face

You ain't never been this high in yo life

Tapping out I got'em thinking it's laced

I spent a pretty penny on this

No glue but its sticky as paste

Lil mama didn't come for the D she came for the tree she like how it taste

A friend with weed's a friend indeed

I keep a plug I'm never in need

My migo be coming with nothing but fire he say it's a blessing if I see a seed

She wana fuss I'm not coming over

Don't like to go back and forth when I'm treed

I'ma just send her a prayer emoji

And give her some space cuz that's what she need

Accustom to copping and making it flip

Medical residue all on my lips

Beautiful day but it's clouds in the whip

Can't hide the aroma it's all in my fit

I put yo weekend supply in the wrap

I took a trip to the moon to relax

The way that it's looking I probably won't ever come back yea

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