Windows Up (feat. Dawn Classiq)

The club over let's head to the car

It's only right

It's only right to keep the windows up

Yeah

If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch

Smoking with the window's up

No chasers up in my cup

'Bout to call my crew and now we riding (we riding)

We riding

If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch

Smoking with my window's up

No chasers up in my cup

'Bout to call my crew and now we riding

We riding (Yeah)

I'm just floating down the boulevard

I'm about to take my crew to Mars

We gon' be high 'til tomorrow

Cause we um, we just

Smoking with the window's up

Smoking with the window's up

Smoking with the window's up

Smoking with the window's

And We riding (we riding)

We riding (Yeah)

Hit my first blunt at 16, trying new shit with my flock

Boog rolled up on Biggie, should've nicknamed her Pac

It was a one-time thing, shortly after I stopped

But that did

Not last longer than a few years

Started again as I pursued my degree

Learned quickly that the white runts will set yo mind free

Don't need no codeine

Don't need no Molly

Just me and my tree

And a cup of Henn probably

My strand of weed is so potent

And I aint even smoking

Put them thangs in a brownie and you guaranteed to be toasted

Mama said, "what's that smell," I say honey that's my lotion

I hope she got the notion

It can't be bought, you got to grow it

First you laugh then you hungry

You laugh then you hungry

Then you sleep it off to the morning

Moving slow moving like Bernie

Damn, all this for one burner

Yes, all this for one burner

I puff puff pass then I turn up

Turn up

If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch

Smoking with the windows up

No chasers up in my cup

Bout to call my crew and now we riding

We riding

If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch

Smoking with my windows up

No chasers up in my cup

Bout to call my crew and now we riding (we riding)

We riding

Yeah

I'm just floating down the boulevard

I'm about to take my crew to Mars (take my crew)

We gon' be high till tomorrow

Cuz we um, we just

Smoking with the windows up

Smoking with the windows up (up)

Smoking with the windows up (up)

Smoking with the windows (up)

And We riding (We riding)

We riding (Yeah)

She smoke a little weed but her shit together

They smoke a little weed and get lit whenever

And all my bitches with they bachelors

Or they Masters

Got one rolled up, I ain't mad at cha (I aint mad at cha)

'Cause you sleeping good, Tempur-Pedic mattress

You got a stash plus hella more

Shit I'm high from my split ends to my pedicure

And my weed sweet (sweet) like kettle corn

And, if yo shoulders hunched

Just buy a dime and take a puff

Cause that's enough

If yo day was rough

I call my clique and

She call her clique and

We roll extendos, 6 inches

No cracking windows

I want that smell to hit my temple

My body nimble

And 5 shots we call it nickel

5 dimes in a rental

And yeah, they my kinfolk

What the fuck am I in for

What a night

Who got a light?

If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch

Smoking with the windows up

No chasers up in my cup

Bout to call my crew and now we riding

We riding

If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch

Smoking with my windows up

No chasers up in my cup

Bout to call my crew and now we riding

We riding (Yeah)

I'm just floating down the boulevard

I'm about to take my crew to Mars

We gon' be high till tomorrow

Cuz we um, we just

Smoking with the windows up (Uh)

Smoking with the window's up, smoking with the window's up

Smoking with the window

And we

Riding

Yeah