[Verse 1: Pontious Pilate]
Uzi be rolling the blunt up with the mother f**ing stanky sess
Put that pistol to my chest
I'm gone, up off that ganja
Like f** your drama
Indo blunts all on my fingers
I got that nina
North Korea, if I see you
Chief the reefer, jeepers creepers, I'm the reaper
Up off that sack I got that pack
That indo blow, the china snow
Ain't got no hope, pa** me a rope
And slit my throat
b**h, I'm the devil
Welcome to Hades
Maybe I'm crazy, always blazing
Always sipping, codeine addicted
Come meet the Millers, ain't got no filter, the shape shifter
It's...
[Hook]
Bud smokers like the k**as keepin the gra** up in they chest
k**as be rollin a blunt up with the muthaf**in buddha bliss
[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
f**ing Oddy got a lil f**ing Versace
Rolling the dope, and I'm blowing the smoke
Yeah, it got me feeling kind of disembodied
This b**h is acting sloppy
No, this sh** don't f**ing shock me anymore
Poured the ho and four for the low
Told her I wanted to get blown so she s**ed my dick
But I was talking bout the blunt I had already lit
Stupid a** b**h
Getting blowing, while I'm getting blown
I can't complain
Eyes redder than the cherry in my f**ing name
Smoked out
Loced out
Choked out in the grow house till my brain is stained
Burning Buddha flesh
What's left of the sess gets left for the next sesh
Smokin to my d**h
No breath in my chest
Just leftover smoke seeping out of my vest
f** the government
Come and catch me the blunt is lit
f** jail, b**h
Shoot me now, b**h
I want to be surrounded by clouds and the fiery flames to lighten the pounds, b**h
[Verse 3: Eddy Baker]
I stay smoking heavy green
I stay with that sack on me
Dirty money
Keep a lot on me
b**h, I didn't win no lottery
But n***a know I keep a lot of tree
Professional with the pottery
Got bad hipster hoes rolling up for me
Swear they can't get enough of me
Bunch of left foots while we smoke a G
That's how the pimps do still got hoes on D
Hitting my bong, I pull on her thong
Stay with the gra** just like a front yard
Tipping the lean, I mix it with bars
Yellow Xanax, that sh** look like Bart
Kush in my wood
It smell like some fart
Shoutout my hood
It's close to my heart
f**ing with me I'll rip out your heart
Creep in the dark
G from the start
Smoking in public just watch for the cops
They know I got grams all up in my sock
They all on my co*k
Headed to the top
Won't ever stop, b**h