[Hook:Pierre]
Sitting back with my feet up
Like a boss
Gotta pocket full of reefer
Finna get lit
You don't wanna miss this
This is that Exquisite 3x
Sitting back with my feet up
Like a boss
Gotta pocket full of reefer
Finna get lit
You don't wanna miss this
This is that Equisite 3x
[Verse1:Rolo]
Exquisite in my blunt make a f*ck n*gga hush
Cause its that loud, way too high can't come down
Wanna f*ck with me better bring yo plane ticket
If you ain't got it n*gga you can't hit it
All my n*ggas they love to get high, f*ckin all these b*tches
Telling hoes lies, when i sober up i just tell them i was high so don't be mad at my lies
It's so evil how sour diesel make me rock the mic like bennie segal
n*gga i smoke i don't have no reason, Roll it, Smoke it, Love it, Burn it
Kinda like you had it sitting in the oven not quite though
Kush got more colors than a rainbow
Everybody know, that rolo got good smoke
Like a forest fire, except this one starts with a lighter
n*ggas say they high, im getting higher
n*gga said he ball but the boy's a lair
Shorty got high & showed me she's a biter
I'an even tripping cause a freak's required
If smoking was my job i'd never retire
Cause i keep that Exquisite
My chill ass n*ggas be chilling
My smoking ass n*ggas be smoking
But none of my n*ggas be choking
But all these hoes be hoeing
So i tapped that like a loud pack
Don't touch that, you'll get smacked
My n*ggas got big gats
So any beef they handle that
Don't got time for that
I'm to high for that..
[Hook:Pierre]
Sitting back with my feet up
Like a boss
Gotta pocket full of reefer
Finna get lit
You don't wanna miss this
This is that Equisite 3x
Sitting back with my feet up
Like a boss
Gotta pocket full of reefer
Finna get lit
You don't wanna miss this
This is that Equisite 3x
[Verse2:Pierre
Kicked back with my feet up
All my n*ggas around me, Better ease up
Yo I'm Finna come through
n*gga turn up
And I got a few blunts we can burn up
n*gga Can't lie I'm kinda lifted
3 0 3 that exquisite
If you haven't tried this then you missing,out on this flame n*gga hit this..
That mob bumping through your speakers
So if you f*ckin with our sh*t you better tweet us
In about 2 years n*ggas can't reach us
Catch in Cali chillin smoker reefer
All this gold make you have a seizure
Got a bad b*tch, she on her knees bruh
Makin me never ever wanna leave her
But I ain't even gonna front ima have to leave her, yes
All my n*ggas be packing
& all my n*ggas stay toking
None of my n*ggas be Rollin
Cause we don't f*ck with those pills
All my n*ggas is trill
G.38 ro toting that steel
You a f*ck n*gga just stay still
That mob we in for the kill
And all these house hoes they wanna f*ck me
Cause I'm bout to get a deal
& these hoes don't really love me
Yes I know that they ain't real
So I smash no cuffin
These are top notch hoes that were f*ckin
Tryna turn nothing into something
Everything is what we runnin