Yeah…

Big Bop in the cut, uh

Rub the blunt, make a wish…

Heh…

“Weed genie”

I got a weed genie, floatin’ out the jar

Every lil’ hit put me way past Mars

Three good puffs, now I can’t see far

But the money still count, I can feel these stars

Weed genie, weed genie, smoke in my lap

Grant three wishes when I light that pack

All day high, I don’t know how to act

If I pass out, put my face on a plaque

Wake up hazy, couch look bent

Ash on my shirt like designer lint

Genie in the grinder, glow in the vent

Told him, “Bring gas,” and the whole room went

Scale on sing, that soprano tone

Bags on the floor but they payin’ rent tho

Phone keep dancin’ with the same unknowns

Everybody want smoke, but they scared of the zone

Wish number one: never run out of trees

Wish number two: keep the rent on freeze

Wish number three: let my ops all sneeze

Every time they plot, they can’t even breathe

Clouds in the whip, can’t see my hand

Still hit the turn like I drew that plan

Life off beat but the trap still bang

Genie in the cut, say my name, he rang

I got a weed genie, floatin’ out the jar

Every lil’ hit put me way past Mars

Three good puffs, now I can’t see far

But the money still count, I can feel these stars

Weed genie, weed genie, smoke in my lap

Grant three wishes when I light that pack

All day high, I don’t know how to act

If I pass out, put my face on a plaque

Big Bop, big coat, green like kush

Stomach on empty but the tip still push

Weed genie laughin’ in a cloud all plush

Said, “You should drink water,” but I poured more mud

Whole hood know I don’t move too fast

Walk like a king with a broke boy past

Eyes half-mast, still see that cash

If the lick look dumb, I’ma still do math

Genie in the jar got jokes for me

Turned my broomstick to a SUV

Turned my last dub into a Q-P

Said, “Stop smokin’ me,” I said, “We gon’ see”

Fan on spin but the smoke don’t leave

Thoughts move slow like they stuck in cheese

High so long I forgot my keys

But I never miscount when I touch that green

Rub that blunt, watch the ghost pop out (pop out)

Whole trap glow when the smoke fall down (fall down)

If I make plans, they in my couch (my couch)

If I miss calls, I was lost in a cloud

I got a weed genie, floatin’ out the jar

Every lil’ hit put me way past Mars

Three good puffs, now I can’t see far

But the money still count, I can feel these stars

Weed genie, weed genie, smoke in my lap

Grant three wishes when I light that pack

All day high, I don’t know how to act

If I pass out, put my face on a plaque

Yeah…

Weed genie in the ashtray chillin’

Big Bop, slow brain, bankroll still willin’