Marty Baller, Fatman Scoop, Smoke DZA - Roll The Bud Up lyrics

Marty Baller i hate it when they try to
Tell me I can't smoke smoketism
I can smoke anywhere I want
My name is Fatman Scoop the chrome
Turn up

Roll the bud roll it up
Roll the bud up

Really, muthafucka are you dumber
Are you silly?
Ferga bring my kush with a Philly
We smoke backwards, nigga backwards
Couped the whole pack if it act good
Hate when a nigga wanna act up
Cap a muthafucka if he act hard
Ask me why I did it cause he asked for
I'm Marty Baller and I'm a trap lord
I'm rolling out, please, do the same
Less do I know what the fuck is you saying
I'm smoking kush, make me insane
Got me so high, I created the lane
If he don't smoke, then he a lame
I had be keeping the plane
I hit the stage and they screaming my name
Triller, get out and I'm reppin’ my gang
Blunts, they giving me blunts
Pretty ass girls, they do what I want
Showin' they boobs, bring up to the front
They down with the shit's and
I want them for lunch
Cookies and lean, cookies and lean
Couple of cookies I hide in my jeans
And then she finished the team
Smoking that blue got me living the dream

Roll the bud roll it up
Roll the bud up

Giraffe pussy
Coughed up a lung like the last rookie
Smoking on Dower got mad cookie (woahhh)
Hoping that will blast for me
My man Phil has some hash for me
If it ain’t no loud, don’t pass to me
My accountant 12 in a glass for me
I’m in room 420, nigga ask for me
Smoke DZA cause I’m the kush god
Now you ain't gotta look hard
You can tell the smell from
The L’s and good raw
What you smoking ain’t good par
Shit, I wake up, roll up, start my day
Get money, know the routine
Nigga way before the hoop dreams
I had thousand gram coupe dreams
American dreams is too mean
Got skittles on deck, touchdown from the Bay
Pound after pound, got play after play
Six packs sold, 20k in a day
Make a nigga feel some type of way
I do sour hour marathons
Watching for the babylon less talk
More smoke and take five while they babble on
I got the loud in my carry on whats up

Roll the bud roll it up
Roll the bud up (bud up)

Yo, I don’t really go over there
If them bitches ain’t puffin’
What they smokin’ over there
They ain’t rollin’ nothing
Don’t tell me they smokin’ no loud
If them niggas ain’t coughin’ ferga gonna
(put ‘em in the dirt, put ‘em in the dirt)
Weed got me tweakin’ I tell you, no lie
Think that I’m big cause I’m ready to die
Think I’m RKelly, believe I can fly
Girls fall in love with the things that I buy
I cope some Benz and they ready to grind
Couple of bottles, they ready to slide
I got the telly, they ready to ride
Get in my car, get in my car
Tell your girlfriend she gonna
See you tomorrow
I’m rollin’ up, now we smokin’ out the car
You know she odd cause she talkin’ bout stars
Trippin’ of and I’m geaked off of bars
She worry bout and I’m worried bout cars
Worry about money, she talk about broads
Shawty relax, giving her back

Roll the bud roll it up
Roll the bud up (bud up)

Turn up really, muthafucka are you dumber
Are you silly? Turn up
Really, really? Let’s get ‘em man
Roll it up let’s go