Hide the Weed (feat. YaBoiDirty)

Doing 83 in a 55, on county road 112 Roll the windows down, let the smoke roll out Light a cigarette to hide the smell He was waiting past the wood line When I came by not givin' a damn When I seen his lights, he was on my ass But I can't stop right now I still gotta hide the weed I'll be damned if I go to jail for three-point-five No sir, you ain't searching me This ain't my first rodeo, son, I know my rights You can call whoever, you can tell 'em what you want But that still won't change a thing 'Cause you ain't got a warrant, and you ain't got a reason And I'ma smoke when you pull away, so roll on, son 1 a.m., we hit a road block on county road 32 I said, "Hide my weed in your titties, girl Or I hope you brought your running shoes" He said, "Pull to the side, why you out so late? Son, you better have a good excuse Because you smell like smoke, but I'll let ya go" I said "Sir, I'm just passin' through" I still gotta hide the weed I'll be damned if I go to jail for three-point-five No sir, you ain't searching me This ain't my first rodeo, son, I know my rights You can call whoever, you can tell 'em what you want But that still won't change a thing 'Cause you ain't got a warrant, and you ain't got a reason And I'ma smoke when you pull away (yeah, yeah dirty), so roll on, son We've been riding dirt roads getting stoned (getting stoned) We ain't seen the police all night long (all night long) So I got brave and thought I'd hit the store (hit the store) I seen smokey on my left, so my gas pedal hit the floor (hit the floor) I told my buddy, "Hide the weed, just eat as much as you can" He busted open a bag and put a couple of buds in my hand By the time he seen my eyes, I swear I was so high He said "What the hell was y'all doing?" I said, "Officer, I can't even lie" We had to hide the weed I'll be damned if I go to jail for three-point-five No sir, you ain't searching me This ain't my first rodeo, son, I know my rights You can call whoever, you can tell 'em what you want But that still won't change a thing 'Cause you ain't got a warrant, and you ain't got a reason And I'ma smoke when you pull away, so roll on, son