Dro Please

Lyrics

Cvees (ft. Probe DMS, Ike P, and Swave Sevah) - "Dro Please" [Emcee(s): Probe DMS, Ike P, and Swave Sevah] [Producer(s): Probe DMS] [Vocals: [?]] [Hook: [?]] (x2) Roll that dro, please And lick. Come on, son, roll that up And twist. Come on, son, roll that up That spliff. Come on, son, roll that up [Verse 1: Probe DMS] Well, it was One of them nights around five to ten I blew my last L trying to get high again So I called up my good old supplier friend He went as low as a ten for dro, yo Two could roll a L as thin as a pig pen But if I spend twenty, that'll be half of my money Man, fuck it. I'ma call up my dunny and See if he got half in the stash for the gummies [Verse 2: Ike P, Probe DMS, and Female] Well, I'm in the crib, busting the grub, eating the funnies The phone rings. "Probe, what's cracking?" "Ain't shit. What up?" "We need to meet up and go half on this spliff" "That's cool, but, first, I got to ditch this straggling bitch 'Cause, once she smell it, she wants to inhale it, always like 'What's popping?' but never come out of her pockets to get it" "Ayyo, y'all trying to get the smoke, yo?" "Stop running Your mouth and hang up my phone. This ain't your house" She like: [Hook: [?]] (x2) Roll that dro, please And lick. Come on, son, roll that up And twist. Come on, son, roll that up That spliff. Come on, son, roll that up [Verse 3: Probe DMS] Haha, Swave, we bounced without the spouses I know this house party that's down a couple of houses They got the Bacardi. I copped a couple of ounces We 'bout to bent on a couch like some slouches [Verse 4: Swave Sevah] Word? Well, I got something to add. May not be As much as a ounce but it's a nice-sized bag And it's the highest strain that you could put in your body It's serious—I'll let you smell it when we get in the lobby Whoa! There's a lot of hoes at this party Oh! Look at her. I know she's a hottie Yo, pass me the Dutch, let me twist these trees. Ayyo Probe, I think shorty's licking her lips at me [Verse 5: Probe DMS] Woah, I think So. Shorty grinding like she toe-back That's when I pulled out something to roll like, "Hold that" That's when she strolled over, sat on me, gave me a lap dance With romance in her voice, looking Janet-mold, she said: [Hook: [?]] (x2) Roll that dro, please And lick. Come on, son, roll that up And twist. Come on, son, roll that up That spliff. Come on, son, roll that up [Verse 6: Swave Sevah, Ike P, and Female] Damn it, yo I'm coming up short. Yo, I got to get my cheese up Let me go outside and just strip you this re-up I just finished stuffing these bags. Y'all better grab A couple dimes and dubs and post up on the ave In spite of my nigga Ike, about to "Walk On" fast "Ayyo, Ike, what's good, dawg?" "I'll stay in the hood, god You're just the person that I needed to see. Give Me three." "Yo, keep your money, god. This one's on me." "Yo, look, yo Who this bitch that walking up with the cheese?" "Yo, that's that bitch Shantise. She always trying to burn the next man's trees." "I seen you Smoking, Sevah." "We're busy. You might as well continue Your route 'cause there's no way the blunt is touching your mouth" "Yo, keep it moving, Shanty. Just walk that path straight Don't be pulling that shit—it's new-old and half-baked." Then right Before she decided to skate, she licked her lips With the thirst in her face. She was dying to say, "Can we..." [Hook: [?]] (x2) Roll that dro, please And lick. Come on, son, roll that up And twist. Come on, son, roll that up That spliff. Come on, son, roll that up