Lyrics
Shhhh… Christmas tree die-muns Colors six-nine-ing Teffy fit vest Fit check violent I can’t pay in cash Bank can’t supply it Send it in a check Send it thru the why-urrr Send it overseas Send it with an accent Whole town on-uh fiend If I don’t get the pack-in I been smoking on the fucking roads smoking on the fucking roads smoking on the fucking roads Shhhh… If I could rap as good, as shortie top me off All my homies good, never have a job-urrr They don’t really get it, make it fucking clock I been smoking on the fucking roads, since I fucking walked Oooh-Smoking on an ounce Got the homies cruising Pick up from the same plug Who served me back in school and- Now he got a pound And he grew it in the house That shit turn me up Got you stuck on the couch Someone turn up the music... Everything loud... Shhhh… I been smoking on the fucking roads smoking on the fucking roads smoking on the fucking roads I been smoking on the fucking roads smoking on the fucking roads smoking on the fucking roads