Pot Luck

We blowin o's, let the smoke dance

Inhaling, exhaling with no hands

I go to ash it, hear my gold chains

My eyes be Asian but I'm so France

Roll up the sticky, pair it with some sushi

Write verses on my phone and ditch the loose leaf

I light it up like snoop and lil tunechi

Sip gin and juice and now I'm chillin loosely

But I love pot

All my homies know how to roll, calling deuce, and they grow my stock

I'm a grower and a shower, ask ya girl I bet she knows my spot

She like the green and we got it, you ain't bout it homie