(I know the sun will shine again
´Cause I´ll be waiting for you)
Yeah, man
Two hundred joints rolled

´Bout to get on the road
´Bout to switch up the game
´Bout to change you niggas flows
´Bout to be realer, all the fakes get exposed
This ain´t no copy cat, nah, we all original
´Bout to roll me a joint bigger than most
´Bout to record it tonight, shoot it then post
You hit her phone late at night but she going ghost
Ten girls at my crib and I´m the host
Put my foot on the gas and I say "Adios"
Every time I open my jar look like a pot of gold
Called her phone, she was not at home
Rolled another one and got her stoned
´Cause she forgot her codes
Won´t break, bend, knot or fold
No fake shit I gotta code
No gate access, you are not allowed

Smoke a lot of pounds
Roll another one up and laugh out loud
I got kush and orange juice for the whole crowd
Champagne, pretty girls, lot ???
We ain´t rolling up once, we need the whole pound
Do whatever we want, we never slow down
A lot to celebrate these days, send some more rounds
A lot of hustle ??? baby, I need more mouths
When you´re smoking with me, everything is on the house
Ran to me when she found out I was in a towel
That´s kush and, that´s kush and OJ, OJ
That´s kush and, that´s kush and OJ, OJ
This that kush and OJ
This that kush and OJ
That´s kush and, that´s kush and OJ, OJ