Coastin' - Marty Grimes

My eyes low her eyes low goin' off that hydro whole zone on slow mo

Then they wonder why we ride slow

Top drop joint lit Rollin through my city

Around the world they all know that Cali girls so pretty

(Verse 1: Marty Grimes)

Fresh tank and my ray bans Rollin down my block

These hoes know I’m so west side stay blowin dro and won’t stop

Gotta bad chick on my right side Rollin up that Killa weed

Got the whip loud when the zip out like fuck the cops burnin legally

That medical Mary have you so high that some think that it’s scary

But I be huffin and puffin one lung like its nothing then smash with a chick

that be hot like a Halle berry

Yes blowin the best

Leave a burn in ya chest and ya cranium wrecked

After you needin some rest

Got a gangsta moms and she smoke too

Most likely likely out smoke you

Bong rips whole dabs in the beach house with the coast view

Some Call it Cali I call it paradise

That candy paint on that low rider with the mirror dice

She say I smoke to much

Knowing me I smoke 2 J’s then smoke 2 to blunts

I introduced her to the high life

She finally feel like she livin right

(Chorus: Marty Grimes) (Repeat)

My eyes low her eyes low goin' off that hydro whole zone on slow mo

Then they wonder why we ride slow

We be Rollin coastin'

Rollin coastin' Rollin coastin'

Rollin coastin' Rolling coastin'

Top drop joint lit Rollin through my city

Around the world they all know that Cali girls so pretty

We just Rollin coastin'

Rollin coastin' Rollin coastin'

Rollin coastin'

Me and my bitch we stay smokin

(Verse 2: Marty Grimes)

I’m on cloud 9

And it’s so Devine

And I’m all about patients when i off of these rips I be taken

Literally we lookin Asian ganja in me feel like I’m in space when we get faded

then head home and get naked

Burn again then burn again man mad joints we be facin

Then we hit the streets wit no top

Its just her and me this shit don’t stop

I need papers filters cones

Fuckin around smokin wit us see you just might not make it home so hit that bong

And Mary j is so grown takin off what she puttin on

Only Rollin up that strong

And We keep dat loud pack burn a p and then bounce back

Ask G where the ounce at bring the cheese and ima count dat

I dont think they really Listenen

We roll more weed then the ocean that you fishin in

(chorus: Marty Grimes) (Repeat)

(Outro: Marty Grimes)

She roll one we smoke one

She roll two mo we smoke two

Then she roll two mo

She roll one we smoke one

She roll two mo we smoke two

Then she roll two mo