Tryna Smoke (Remix) (feat. Chris Brown & Snoop Dogg)

Wassup man, what you want?

Ayy, man, let me get a eighth, man

You want a eighth?

You want that fat eighth or a little eighth?

How much money you got?

Get out my pockets homie, let me just get a regular eighth

Alright well, come on in, don't touch nothin' either

Smell this, this is

I just got this right here from Cambodia, it's a Cambodia Crispy

This ain't no Cambodia Crispy

Look, man, okay, I'ma be honest, that's really CBD

Just give me thirty seven dollars and you can have that

If I could fly

I would probably never come down

With all of the bullshit confusion on the ground

I wish that I was high

'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud

So I'm gonna call the bros

Tell 'em: Roll up one, right now

I'm tryna smoke

I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high-ah-ah

That's just how I get by-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Lift that bird to the motherfucking sky-ah-ah

That's that pill, that's that fire, fire-ah-ah (I'm tryna smoke)

Don't you cry, don't you cry, I-I-I ain't full high

I'ma ride it, I just need to put my mind at ease (Yeah)

Someone tell my baby mama I'm just tryna keep the peace

I ain't here for all that drama, I'm tryna smoke

Life's no fairy tale

I know all too well

Gotta plant the seed sometime

Then you let it grow

Inhale, exhale some more

Heaven in Hell

If you know, you know

That shit is beautiful

You gotta just let it go (Yeah)

Spark up a blunt and smoke

You better blow that shit out, man

Yeah, yeah

If I could fly (If I could fly, yeah)

I would probably never come down (Yeah)

With all of the bullshit (All of) confusion on the ground

I wish that I was high

'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud

(You know I can't live that way)

So I'm gonna call the bros

Tell 'em: Roll up one, right now

I'm tryna smoke

Starin' at the Moon like galaxy of weed smoke

I can make you feel right, baby, just let me know

Take my hand, follow me and I'll give you what you need, girl

Life is tough, take a puff, open up, see the world

See it through my eyes, looking down as I fly high

Flying no lower in the sky rise, I'm up in the clouds with the wi-fi

And I'm floating, floating

Bullshit, nigga, don't allow

We're Soul Plane, nigga, I'm the pilot

With the best gas, no doubt about it

It's potent, legalize it

Give a nigga freedom, I got the pre-rolls, no leak holes

Baby, if you need them, get your life and your mind right

By myself out the limelight, just take a puff and I'm light

If I could fly

I would probably never come down

With all of the bullshit

Confusion on the ground

I wish that I was high

'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud

So I'm gonna call the bros

Tell 'em: Roll up one, right now

I'm tryna smoke

He's a janky dealer, why you make me drink?

What you want, bruh, what you want, man?

Smell this right here, man

Man, it's passionfruit?

Man, that's Coleslaw OG, baby

The fuck is Coleslaw OG?

Just gimme 65 dollars

65 dollars? You got me fucked up

Okay, well, gimme 48 dollars man, come on man

That's a fat bag, baby

48 dollars?

That's a whole ass you can't even close the bag, man

Come on, man, goddamn, I, gas is goin' up

Gimme 39 dollars, damn it