Trilla - Bubonic Chronic lyrics

[Intro: AYEKAY] Yo, yo... Smoke one b**h Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: AYEKAY] Walking in with a rude b**h and a pound full of dank f** what you think, I be smoking on that gas, and I got a full tank Hit it fast then pa** cause I don't like me a lame That be holding my sh** with the laggy laggy Shwaggy waggy, pack you a baggy For a f** boy like you, skimp you I might do And used the cash the you gave me to buy me some sprite too 'Fore I mix it in Styrofoam, trust me boy you ain't on the level I am on Im a rhyming diamond, you the type of dude to wear a shirt with a logo that's been ironed on Plus you probably shop at hot topic too, while me and my boys smoking on that tropical Might cop me a zip, but I know i'd rather not, cause I know it'd probably last like a day or two, ungh Lighting up like a jay or two, getting hella ripped like terry crews Quite scary what that weed can do when you smoke it dubiously like we will do When you kick it with me, down the 118, yeah now im 18, so I buy that blunt Down the 405, four or five of us Go and tell my roll dog, roll it up! While I got tint high, smoking on that fi-ya b**h I am a demon Pa** the fuego to my Latin chick, she like 'si mon' f**ing with that lil' b**h sh** then be gone Smoking and choking and hitting that pot Mama be saying that I gotta stop, but I'm not Cause.. [Hook: AYEKAY] Smoking these trees is a disease Bubonic chronic, yeah Bubonic chronic, yeah If you ain't with it, get on it, on it Cause if you ain't on it, i'll put you on it Don't trip homie, it'll take one moment We gon' flaunt it you know, cause.. (x2) [Verse 2: AYEKAY] Put you at ease, lil' soldier put your shoulders down No drive-by's, just drive-thru's, double double, number one at In-N-Out In and out we go, floating in and out of consciousness What you 'bout? We know, ain't no snow, but it's still Christmas Trees all up in my motherf**ing radius Play this sh** on radio or bang it in ya whip If's it's eighty for a quarter then I'm hesitant to order But if I do, it better be some dank a** sh** The dank it stank, and to be frank, I'm blowed That mean I'm not straight, but doesn't mean h*mo My rank is past 9, I light it with bee line Helix rips make ya boy lungs go flat line, ungh Wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi with that f**ing dabber Watch the smoke rise, that gooey green matter All that bullsh** you be talking, man it don't even matter Only making blunts fatter, feel like I'm the mad hatter Cause I'm in wonderland, but my mouth feel like Nevada Dry as f**, can I have an Arizona? Go head tell homie to roll a zoner Smoking and choking and f**ing packing a bowl While im smoking a bowl, getting hella high is the goal This is my hella high flow, and my rhythm is gold And my dro is frosty like flaky cereal And it's all - up, in my motherf**ing bowl, ho And I go go, kinda like a green light And I keep the team right, blow rings like Frodo, indo tuck you in, night night Alright? [HOOK] [Outro: AYEKAY] YEAH I'm smoking dank, (YEAH-YEAH-YEAH) YEAH I'm smoking good (YEAH-YEAH-YEAH) Yeah, I know, I should stop, but you think I would?(YEAH-YEAH-YEAH) Puffin a wood and I'm feeling real good, and I'm chilling in hood and I'm doing my biz Handling a b**h, smacking that sh**, contract k**er cause you know I hit