Yung Brody - I'm In Love With This Bud lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Brody] Yo, yo, that Cali dro' Whoa, and I'm good to go Single pack of duchy-palmer's and them n***as getting blow Yo, shorty drop it low, and she started getting dough She saying that she sell a bit, but God know she's still a ho Yo, is you feeling me? Yeah, yeah I'm chilling B Puffing on that perk, n***a I can feel it k**ing me We opened up the bag of white and then it started spilling keys And I stay high like a credit card billing fee I'm k**ing these f*ggots that be grilling me Blunt full of realest trees, and nobody as real as me Supply the man, how I'm flipping, moving all the scrill on trees n***as talk, blowing out their necks like a guillotine [Hook: Mac Miller] I'm in love with this bud With this bud With this bud I think I'm in love with this bud With this bud With this bu*t With this bud [Verse 2: Mac Miller] It's what you want, It's what you need You got the blunt, I got the weed You got the soil, I got the seed Yo, you want to smoke? Yes, indeed High as hell, fly as well, come on homie try to sell Got that stinky kush that make you cry when you try and smell Like an onion, youngin' Marijuana loving, Luke Louden is amazing share and always care, so we pa** it while we puffing This bud make me hover like a mother board space ship Roll a swish, filled with fresh piff, then I face it I can't feel my face like I'm face-less All dressed up, getting mary jane wasted Have you ever smoked bud in the club, when you puff till the nights gone Eyes so red, that I had to put my sights on In an L, out the bong, in a spliff, out the bowl Yeah that stinky kush, so you know you got to have some more [Hook]