Key: F# minor•
Intro 1
F#m
D
Bm
D
F#m
D
Bm
D
F#m
D
Bm
D
F#m
D
Bm
Verse 1
I go
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm rolling every gram I own
(That purp, that bomb,
that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that fire, good that,
good that
Verse 2
Tree's prepared and
properly cultivated
I nursed 'em, sprayed down,
no chemicals
Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to each his own
Snoop and Wiz,
the new Cheech and Chong
We up in smoke,
making street schemes
Smoking sticky green,
having sweet dreams
Verse 3
And pull the top back
and let the ass drag
Hit the switch,
quickest way to get a bitch
Executive Branch, get a whiff of this
Black car, sack a dank
High school nigga,
what the fuck you think?
I'm passing all my classes
with flying colors
And every day,
I'm high as a motherfucker
Verse 4
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm rolling every gram I own
(That purp, that bomb,
that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that fire, that good, that good, that
Sun roof open, smoking while I'm rolling
Verse 5
D
My bitches
only notice it if it's potent
Get in between your legs
Join roaches and ashes
all in your bed
You calling her babe,
she calling me instead
'Cause I put that game all
in her hair
She saw the crib,
she know that I'm balling
When he ain't have nothing
he used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg,
all the bad hoes want him
Verse 6
I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop,
we don't care what the cost is
Rolling up good, smoking that bomb shit
Blow a whole OZ,
nigga that's boss shit
Now she all fuck her man,
rubber bands in my pocket
Getting money, going hard for my profit
Bad bitch, keep the joint
stuffed like stockings
Young nigga getting bread,
why knock it?
Verse 7
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm rolling every gram I own
(That purp, that bomb,
that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that fire, that good,
that good, that
Verse 8
We cordially invite you
We do just like we like to
We cordially invite you
Now roll up, then get high to it
Get high to it
Verse 9
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm rolling every gram I own
(That purp, that bomb,
that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that fire, that good, that good, that
How did you like the song?
You need to to leave a rating.
TunerE A D G B E
ChordsF#m D Bm
Popular chords globally
Most played chords & tabs across all users
Recently added
Recently added chords & tabs