Boxframe Cadillac

Maybe it's that... maybe it's that... maybe it's that

Dro that I'm smokin got me rollin, slow motion

I'm blowin' dough that's so potent, got a nigga coughin and chokin

I'm in that... Boxframe cadillac, swervin off the exit ramp

Split my swisha with my thumb, rolling hydroponic plants

I got the bass bangin, window cracked

Breakin down a reefer sack

Big money grip with an ounce of that piff and a fo-fifth in my lap

I'm in that boxframe cadillac, swervin off the exit ramp

Split my swisha with my thumb nigga roll that hydroponic plant

Pine the 'gnac, mix it with the red bull, take another pull of this dodey

This endo, roll up that window

If you see me rollin in I'm smokin, guarantee, fire weed

Not a stick, not a seed, pack of blunts all I need

I'm about to get sent up I don't give no fuck man I'm all about gettin fried

I don't know how they do it where you reside

GI niggas smoke and ride

So if you with it, catch a contact

Non smokers fall back, we can chit-chat

I'd rather be in, gone in the 'llac

Yo I've been smokin since a youngin

Coppin halfs and quarter onions

Peach optimo, fillin it with that leafy green stuffin

And my nigga he used to smoke one with me after practice

Fuckin batches, cuttin classes and constantly dumpin ashes

And I miss my dude, wishin I could still be with my dude

I'd give it all up to get him back I swear to God

All the money, cars and this pencil juice

Yeah I smoke that G-5 blaze

Just to ease the stress and pain

Mama think I'm strange

Maryjane put alot of evil thoughts in my brain

Alotta times man I be on that murda shit

Hit me with the spinach if you got a problem with it you can tell that to my burner bitch

Please don't make me act a fool

Tryna keep my cool

But my head, missing screws

So you know it ain't no doubt I'm a straight jab out

Like I ain't got shit to lose