Dope Dealer Shit - Weed. Money. Bitches.

Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit

Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night.

Am I over-faded? Hell yeah it's true.

Turn a beat on, ain't no limit to what I can do.

You sat me down, I'm still tryna get higher

You looked at me stupid when I twisted the fire

Meanwhile my nigga drunk as fuck

A nigga fucked up, we all fucked up

You done fucked up, I brought more blunts

Smoke back to up, you niggas know what's up

Too damn high, can't stand myself

I love drunk driving, man I'm something else

With a little bit of crack, little bit of dope

Little bit of smoke, little coke

Little weed, when they on them pills

Little bit of E, little bit of shrooms

Little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels

And I keep the illest, trillest bitches while I'm swaggin' it

Crush a bit, little bit, that's my pursuit of happiness