Exotic Rollercoaster, Pt. 2 ft. Nassi Z Lyrics

How much do I roll in a day Man, I can't even say I don't even weigh

For the weed, I done turned to a J, Man, what more can I say I just roll up and blaze

Damn, my days just ain't been the same if I ain't been blowin' the haze

Look, the blunts got me like handyman Up, up and away

I'm off

I'm on another planet like I'm lost

High up in the sky like a loft

Smokin' that strawberry make me cough

Get it in large amounts like I'm Dolph

Look, white runts in my slapwood When it busts down, see the frost

Four grams of the best crud Got it blowin' like my exhaust, yeah

So tell the waiter put a eighth on my dinner plate

Brain food, roll a wood so big A nigga hyperventilate

Man, this shit here, it's as good as steak

Tell him bring some more, need a bigger plate

Can afford to smoke, cause my business straight

We the big dawgs and you niggas ain't

Big ass blunts, no lows, only exotic

No, you can't hang with us, homie You gotta go home You gotta go home

Cause we gon' smoke like there's no tomorrow Exotic rollercoaster, you gotta hold on

You betta hold on

Ayy, I'm too high and I'm just tryna get out the way

I took a lil' ride, I won't be back til late

My throwback too fat, lil' bitch smoke like a tank

I'm countin' up racks, couldn't care what he think

I'm bout' roll up some cake, got me stuck all day

These niggas be fake, so I stay out the way

I fiend for the meds, damn near feel like a J

I don't wanna play, bae, I don't got all day

What you want me to say if I know you okay

I been out of state, I been stuck in my mind

Think I'm stuck on the grind, I might just be stuck in time

Baby, you wanna come get stuck with me

Baby, you fine as wine

She know that I love how she roll it up quickly

I can show you how to really get high

We stuck in the sky, know we smokin' that sticky

We stay with that za, we can't fuck with no lows

Baby, if you ain't smokin', then you gotta go

She gon' put on a show, baby, drop to the floor

I can't waste no time, show me how much you know

Got my crew on the road, taught him how to move slow

If you deep in this game, boy, you gotta move slow

I'm too high, switchin' lanes, I be smokin' new strains

We ain't matchin' on 8th, cause I smoke Bows

Big ass blunts, no lows, only exotic

No, you can't hang with us, homie You gotta go home You gotta go home

Cause we gon' smoke like there's no tomorrow Exotic rollercoaster, you gotta hold on

You betta hold on