U Already Know - B.o.B, Young Cash

Pass that blunt, pass that drough

Roll it up and homie you already know

I think, I think I’m high

I think, I think I’m high

Pass that Jag, with that coke

Drink it up and homie you already know

I don’t think I can’t drive

I don’t think I can’t drive

Yeah I’m in that back seat smokin'

And hell no, I can’t see, I ain’t focus

And I’m all in my vibe, don’t fuck up my zone

I don’t think I can drive and I wanna go home

You’ll be lookin' at a player, baby girl come here

The time when they close all the doors gettin' near

Focus over there cause the drough’s over here

You know how we gon' be do it,

So much goes, so you know we don’t care

So fuck it if the broke nigga throw it in the air

These hoes gettin' gone on everywhere

I ain’t gotta dip, she’ll give me

Yeah, you know that’s all gangsta

MGs and crankin' them bangers

Young Cash, break up

I finna get a, homie I be right back

Pass that blunt, pass that drough

Roll it up and homie you already know

I think, I think I’m high

I think, I think I’m high

Pass that Jag, with that coke

Drink it up and homie you already know

I don’t think I can’t drive

I don’t think I can’t drive

Purple kush, I love that taste

Hold up dawg, can’t feel my face

Y’all be talkin' real slow like

For an hour, I been stuck right here in the same place

I’m so gone, high off that drough

So high, I can grab God by the toe

But thank God that I get for the low

I’m addicted to the good, you

Give me a bottle and a motherfuckin' cup, dawg

Hennessey straight, our pants fucked up dawg

Another shot of Patron, then it’s on

Somebody gotta finna get it at my home

I’m fucked up, fuck

Tight, like the rubber wrapped around my

We party all night, fuck going home

And if you ain’t fuck nothin', better fuck with

Pass that blunt, pass that drough

Roll it up and homie you already know

I think, I think I’m high

I think, I think I’m high

Pass that Jag, with that coke

Drink it up and homie you already know

I don’t think I can’t drive

I don’t think I can’t drive

My folk wanna roll some drough

But oh no, I don’t wanna smoke no more because

I think, I think I’m high

I think, I think I’m high

She wanna go home with me

But oh no, I don’t think I’m gonna leave because

I don’t think I can’t drive

I don’t think I can’t drive

Pass that blunt, pass that drough

Roll it up and homie you already know

I think, I think I’m high

I think, I think I’m high

Pass that Jag, with that coke

Drink it up and homie you already know

I don’t think I can’t drive

I don’t think I can’t drive

Pass that blunt, pass that drough

Roll it up and homie you already know

I think, I think I’m high

I think, I think I’m high

Pass that Jag, with that coke

Drink it up and homie you already know

I don’t think I can’t drive

I don’t think I can’t drive