WeedBin Lyrics

Yeah uh huh

Still off 13th with the villas and the killas you know how it go

Big Jodie

The one and only

We Make Good Music

You know me nigga

I act like Bin Laden

I'll blow this bitch up and sparkle like it's a pageant

I keep on smoking keep on rolling

Feel like Mac

I was hitting 3 bitch they in the trash now

I got three or 4 more ready to smack down

If I pass you this blunt you probably gone back out

I only spit what I saw so I don't get caught up

These niggas bitches

All the smoke got the windows fogged up

I was smoking I was rolling

Feel like Mac

Double it up

Triple the price to get back

It's ain't no limit

Where my Soulja rag is at

Ha

I made it out a lemon now I'm in Cadillacs

Smoking Mac

We gone end you not no PC

Double back for you bitch she tryna see me

TVs still got tvs like my wingspan

Still got vvs they old and sit for no reasons

I told her baby daddy he could have his lady back

Cuz she ain't never got no snacks and the pussy wack

I'm tryna go back to who I was

But you must want me trapped

Nigga thought he caught me down bad

But I don't never lack

I'll book the flight you just gotta show

You don't gotta pack

If I touch down in yo city it's with a pack

Blowing gas

Smoking loud

Don't give a fuck

Down bad the bitch is bad but so what

I was smoking I was rolling

Feel like Mac

Double it up

Triple the price just to get back

It's ain't no limit

Where my Soulja rag is at

Ha

I made it out a lemon now I'm in Cadillacs

Smoking Mac

We gone end you not no PC

Double back for you bitch she tryna see me

TVs still got tvs like my wingspan

Still got vvs they old and sit for no reasons