[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
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J

She don't wanna hit the J

[Verse 1: Game]

Throw on that undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on that new kid red, (*##$, its money gang
See that red Maserati, ^!$$%s know it's game

Drive that (*##$ down road screens 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 bald 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 picking out
Never take her out to crustaceans and be in and out
Just like that Chocolate shake, ^!$$% goin' in her mouth

She do everything except smoke that mean let a !@$@ poke
That mean she be off the !@%!e 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 (*##$es in my face, I'm blowing up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll 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 %#@! to do

And we ain't got %#@! 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 ^!$$% Randall
She ain't trying to hit that
Different J's, different lokes

Different days, different strokes
I smoke that %#@! that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers in them life styles

(*##$es 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 (*##$es with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen


[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)


[Outro]
Two puffs, two verses. That's all you get ^!$$%!

And stop mean mugging mother$#&@er!