Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Edward Herbert
Songwriter
Paul The Producer
Songwriter
Lyrics
Let these young boys take my spot
Aint gon let these young whipper snappers
Take my spot
They say po' one
I say po' two
They say smoke one
I say smoke two
I tell my young niggas to pour it up
Throw it up
Show em up
Roll it ups
Smoke it up
Hold it bruh
I tell my young niggas to pour it up
Throw it up
Show em up
Roll it ups
Smoke it up
Hold it bruh
If you in the back of the LAC
With half of a sack
And you mastered the act
Of rolling blunts with two grams
Top 1% of only fans gotta fuck with ya
And if they don't do swishers nigga, bring the liquor
Why the people up to nothing always taking pictures
Forget the mean mugs and all them hating niggas
Pop a bottle, start to wobble and get right with ya
Cause at the end of the night ain't right if no one with ya
I tell my young niggas to pour it up
Throw it up
Show em up
Roll it ups
Smoke it up
Hold it bruh
I tell my young niggas to pour it up
Throw it up
Show em up
Roll it ups
Smoke it up
Hold it bruh
Pour a cup, roll a blunt
We ain't leaving till this whole place fucked up
Pour a cup, roll a blunt
We ain't leaving till this whole place fucked up
I can't even function when we step in the function
Smelling like we rolled over a skunk
And they ain't saying nothing
Drinks flowing like a fountain, man we keep it constant
So please don't blow my high with all your nonsense
Smoking and drinking
This bubbly and sticky
Said next round's on me what the hell was I thinking
Suddenly the whole club grabbing they shots
I turned to the bartender like here just take all my cards
I was baked from the start, then I got fried in my car
Then I felt my mind get completely pried up apart
Went inside to the bar, then poured shots all night long
And I talked the DJ into playing this very song
We ain't come here to fight, leave your weapons outside
If someone ain't stepping right just go and let em live they life
Pride is the reason so many of us had died
So we gon live and let live at least for one night
I tell my young niggas to pour it up
Throw it up
Show em up
Roll it ups
Smoke it up
Hold it bruh
I tell my young niggas to pour it up
Throw it up
Show em up
Roll it ups
Smoke it up
Hold it bruh
Where my weed go
Where my weed go
Where my weed go
Where my weed go
Where my drink go
Where my drink go
Where my drink go
Where my drink go
Ay man, somebody better get me another drink
Ay and bring another blunt too while you at it
Writer(s): Jeffrey Herbert
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