Boots off, blunt lit, sittin’ on the bed
She’s bouncin’ that thang while I’m losin’ my head
Got a fat sack rolled and her jeans barely on
And that ass got me higher than this pre-roll cone
She got that peach lookin’ like a damn cartoon
And the way she ride it, man, I’m over the moon
Ain’t nothin’ like ass and weed
Thick like honey and loud like speed
She shake it like a sinner in a back row pew
Got me beggin’ for a hit and a view or two
I don’t need pills, I don’t need blow
Just a fat-ass joint and that booty low
Weed gets me buzzed, but let’s be real—
Her ass got the kind of high you feel
She drop it like the beat in a honky-tonk dive
And I light one up while she grindin’ live
Bong hits, back shots, Lord have mercy
She moanin’ through the smoke, yeah, it’s dirty and thirsty
Ain’t no Sunday prayer gonna cleanse this night
But I’ll be damned if it don’t feel right
Ain’t nothin’ like ass and weed
Ridin’ me slow, she got what I need
Booty so fat it got its own zip code
And that kush got us both in a freaky mode
I don’t need fame, I don’t need clout
Just a thick girl twisted up, blowin’ out
Weed hits good, but her hits better
Especially when we’re both high together
Roll one, smack one, flip her on her side
Country boys know how to take a ride
She got green in her lungs, and cake for days
And I’m lost in both in a clouded haze
Ass and weed, my holy pair
She throwin’ that thang with no underwear
Sativa dreams and that big ol’ butt
She got me thankin’ God with every thrust
I don’t care what the preachers preach—
That ass and that weed? Just outta my reach
I’m a sinner, baby, and I plead the fifth
But if it’s wrong to love this high, I’ll live with it
So pass that joint and shake that ass—
Tonight we sinnin’ country fast.
