Blaze It Up - Dabbla

And I can’t grime boy I come with the bud

Ain’t juggling shit these days

Just blazin' appreciatin' what I dump in the blunt

Don’t jumble it up (no)

Come in the cut

When the anytime air is around

Imma fuck with her

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

I forget what im sayin (shi-)

But it ain’t a 5th in my game

If you slipped on my shit then you fuckin with the whole rotation

Letting these plebs entertain

Imma rep, Imma rapper

These the ones who get to the same lost edge in the name in the track gully

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Yeah, 4:20 on the clock (‘naded)

And I’m ready for the drop

You can tell that it’s never gonna stop

By the way that I’m bowling

Big up my sock that used to have a hole in

Look at the size of the shit that I’m rollin'

Take two puff, give — hold it!

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

So, uh yeah

Manamanamans all about the ganja

Pick up the mic and spaz

Take a couple drags of this big fat blunt

That I just so happen to build like rags

Got it in a bags

Even in dribs and drabs

When they come out this shit never run out

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Pretty much, first ting that I think about when I wake up last thing I kiss at

night

Got a little stash jar I keep boxed under my bed cuz this shit just taste so

nice

That’s my vice, get lifted yeah yeah and more bitch im addicted

Yeah, well at least it’s not meth.

Init?

Fack off!

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Swear down when I spark that (fire)

Everybody wanna hang around for the reach

Begging on my left hand side like I’m gonna show love

Muthafucka this ain’t your niche

When I unleash, I bun sheesh

Capisce?

Braddahs are so pastiche (Jheez!)

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

I get wavy as tits

Whole family stay blazin in bits

Everything feels so amazing and crisp

When I dip into a bag of the craziest shit

I’m serious peng

If you ain’t quite yet clockwise it’s all about hear it again

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Got that blunt, feelin' ‘em

Stuff that cunt, spillin' ‘em

Stand 6 feet back when I’m billin' ‘em (dat's right)

Wrapped in the apple and cinnamon

Puff puff give (killin' ‘em)

That’s my medicine ladies and gentlemen

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Yeah

Bitch!

Dabbla

Wayne Ross

Gotta blunt, blaze it up

Gotta blunt, blaze it up