"Driftin Off This Hennesey" lyrics

Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
We back to back in Lambos and Rari's, the cars got stunt doubles
Summer time in the CPT
Compton and Pittsburgh so you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a weed thing, baby
Two young black entrepreneurs going crazy
When you grind all day, this what you get
Roll something up when you play this shit
Now back to the chronic at hand
Selection is perfection when I'm rolling up my grams
From a OG's perspective
And before I finish my joint I gotta find a ho to [?]
Just so you know I got these crumbs in my hand, this blunt in my hand
And I can roll it with a gun in my hand
And you know I ain't with that shit, lieutenant
Houses with houses in 'em, pool with a thousand women

Driftin' off this Hennessey
Roll me up a little tree
Then I cruise, cruise
Then I cruise, [?]

Ain't nothing but a G thing, baby
Two chronic smoking niggas going crazy
And it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax and strap on your seatbelt
She never been on no weed like this before
With that sativa that can even control her hormones
Rolling Backwoods up, papers I don't twist
Wiz, teach her how to roll this shit
Look, it's like this and like that and like this and, uh
I toss a skinny one to roll another fat one up
We don't miss, a couple cars I never drove
So just chill 'til the next time we roll

Driftin' off this Hennessey
Roll me up a little tree
Then I cruise, cruise
Then I cruise, [?]