I need some weed man I need some weed Somebody call the weed Somebody call the weed man I'm tryna get high I'm tryna get high Tryna get high I need some weed man Somebody call the weed man I'm tryna get high I'm tryna get high Tryna get high Woke up in the Ritz Carlton damn sun in my face face Racks on my jeans gun still on my waist snow And I ain't leaving shit in my cup that's such a waste yeah You know I'm sipping on that straight like that oh what a a taste haha Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt stunt Pulled up in that mean machine leave it up front This passed out thing beside me I barely know her know her But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her yeah Snow way them streets too cold them bitches polar polar Expectations out of this world I'm thinking solar yeah That's why I do it for that kalamazoo and then nola nola Cause that's what happens when you learn to mix it with that soda yeah I need some weed man I need some weed Somebody call the weed Somebody call the weed man I'm tryna get high I'm tryna get high Tryna get high I need some weed man Somebody call the weed man I'm tryna get high I'm tryna get high Tryna get high I wake up just to bake up get my cake up and rise up Motivating factors that I'm liver than most I boast and bang pour some pain in that thing Put some purple rain on your brain unravel the flame Maintain my fame get you new pictures just to put in your frame We in the hood blowing kush with the game Foot in the cane walking just like I'm an indian chief With no beef real brief with a wreath you may think it's a leaf With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth When you smoking with the dogg shit you might not eat It's OK cause we lay in the cut on the hill on the dip With a fit on crip don't trip I need some weed man I need some weed Somebody call the weed Somebody call the weed I'm tryna get high Tryna get high Tryna get high I need some weed man Somebody call the weed man I'm tryna get high I'm tryna get high Tryna get high The coffee that I had it was good to the last drop But now I'm fresh out and you know it don't stop So please man somebody call the weed man I'd call mine but he's been low on herb even I'm fiending daydreaming of the times when I had Much mota many different kinds in the bag I fell hard for the funk I can't fake the love I smoke dro good reggie smoke shake to nugs If it's weed then I'm with it you got a paper then twist it Got a bowl fill it got a blunt let me split it down the gut Sheeit but for what Cause ain't no green on the scene man what the f**k I need some weed man I need some weed Somebody call the weed Somebody call the weed man I'm tryna get high I'm tryna get high Tryna get high I need some weed man Somebody call the weed man I'm tryna get high I'm tryna get high Tryna get high