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

What's up man, what you want?

Aye, 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

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

This ain't no Cambodia Crispy

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

But just give me, 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-igh-igh

That's just how I by-y-y-y-y-y

Lift that bird to the motherfuckin' sky-y-y

That's that pill, that's that fire, fire (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 sometimes

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

Spark up a blunt and smoke

Better blow that shit out, man

Yeah, yeah

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 (Ooh, I can't live that way)

So, I'm gonna call the bros, tell 'em, "Roll up one, right now"

I'm tryna smoke

Staring 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 than a sky rise, I'm up in the clouds with the Wi-Fi

And I'm floating, floating

Bullshit **** don't allow

With soul plane, ****, I'm the pilot

With the best gas, no doubt about it

Its potent (Yeah)

Legalize it

Give a **** freedom

I got the pre-rolls

No leak holes

Baby, if you need 'em

Get your life and your mind right

By myself or 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 sconfusion 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 some-smell this right here, man

Man, it's passion fruit?

Man, that's Coleslaw OG, baby

The fuck is Coleslaw OG?

Just gimme sixty-five dollars

Sixty-five dollars? You got me fucked up

Okay, well, give me forty-eight dollars man, come on man

That's a fat bag, baby

Forty-eight dollars?

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

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

Gimme-gimme thirty-nine dollars, damn it