Mod Sun - Smokin What I'm Smokin On lyrics

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Mod Sun - Smokin What I'm Smokin On lyrics

(Chorus – MOD SUN) Trust me when I say this you ain’t smoking what I’m smoking on If you rolling with me you better bring the dope along Only take a hit if you holding on that super strong You think you got a plug, I been the plug all a long Holy moly I got OZ’s right now You should see me I be smoking like its going out of style I walk down into my basement I call that the green mile Beanie just gave me the call we bout to chop em all down My son OG, fully loaded grow it slowly Members only, don’t ask to hit if you don’t know me Its that loud, you can hear it if you looking closely I blow a cloud and that s**t looking ghostly Trust me when I say this you ain’t smoking what I’m smokin on If you rollin with me you better bring the dope along Only take a hit if you holding on that super strong You think you got a plug, I been the plug all a long (Verse 1 – Rich The Kid) Aye, I smoke OG I’mma OG, smoke from police You don’t know me, sip that syrup moving slowly Told that bi**h stop calling, why that bi**h stop calling Got your hoe she stalking, Loui V, I’m Hawking I got gas just give me a word Brick fair f**k around got a deal 23 with a mill, sip that active out a seal Smoking Cookie pop a pill Charging 50 a verse, need lean call the nurse Whip a pot and the skrt, Whip a pot and the skrt Younging still on the Forbes list, Break a deal talking Forbes s**t In the club make a mosh pit I got the gas on the block bi**h (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – MOD SUN) I’m in my zone off that homegrown, won’t phone home When I’m with my leaves just leave me alone lone Please don’t complicate this and ask for a photo I Would Smoke With You Bro But your s**t look so so So I’m going solo, yeah I might move to Amsterdam where I belong I might cop a crib and grow some weed up on my front lawn Pull up to the coffee shop I bet they banging this song Still ain’t smoking what we smoking on (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – D.R.A.M.) I know this Rockstar and his name is He got a mansion in the hills out LA Cali He got a ashley Bentley for every other Friday His other whip is this lil Beamer he whip like a Hyundai He got all of that from weed and no other drug Really he the plug, and he should be like Blood He talks some Quarter P’s like a Quarterback Like Joe Namath, Montana, Cam Newton Damn I don’t f**k with Dabs, I just roll up OG Just cause I gave you dap does not mean you know me I had to smoke I had to smoke with Dizzy On the hundred 17th street with all these ni**as I used to only could afford the grade thats in the middle Now I only smoke the k**er yeah the glue Gorilla You can smell the pack on me this ain’t faint homie You can still smell the pack even when it ain’t on me (Repeat Chorus) (Outro) Trust me, Trust me when I say this Trust me, Trust me when I say this You ain’t smoking what I’m smoking on