Hit The J

[Intro: Friday Sample] [Hook] That Mary Jane That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane I roll it up, she disappear like David Blaine And she ain't tryna to book a flight on that paper plane She don't wanna hit the J (x4) [Verse 1: Game] Throw on that undefeated tank, and throw on my chain Throw on that new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang See that red Maserati, niggas know it's Game Drive that bitch down Rosecrans and blow the brains Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that ho insane Remind me of my chick Regatta, she out in Spain Got a squad full chicks, I ain't dropping names They all ball like the girl that play for Notre Dame What's her name? Skylar Diggins yeah that's right, that's right You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating out that kitten I'll be piggin' out Never take her out to crustaceans, it be In-N-Out Just like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth She do everything except smoke, that mean let a nigga poke That mean she be off the coke like Paris and her folks Swear to God she a poke man But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man [Hook: Game] That Harry Potter, that Mary Jane That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane I roll it up, she disappear like David Blaine And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J) She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J) She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it) Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh) [Verse 2: Lifestyle] All these bitches in my face, I'm blowing up And when I'm stepping in the place, we be pouring up Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up I tell her homie break that down, and we gon' roll it up It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do And we ain't got shit to do So umm, what's good with you? Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo She ain't trying to hit that J Different J's, different lokes Different days, different strokes I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke You know my lifestyle, swishers and them Lifestyles Bitches in the white house, red Camaro piped out I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black Benz [Hook: Game] [Outro] Two puffs, two verses. That's all you get Nigga! And stop mean mugging motherfucker!