Wake & Bake
I wake and bake, and have a morning brew
Gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew
Bitches can't hang, finna blaze another round
We smokin' hella weed, bitch, we smokin' by the pound
I'm high as Elon - my conscious has left the ground
Fuck it, take anotha hit, movin' at the speed of sound, uh
A-step aside, the king arrives, I'm on my throne
It's do or die, the dank has got me in the zone
Y'all probably droppin' a couple bands for half an ounce
Twelve bowls for breakfast before I fuckin' bounce
Coco Puffs, and Captain Crunch, and GSC
Lucky Charms, and Purple Kush, and GDP
Apple Jacks, and Mango Kush, and Sour D
Cheerios, Honey Bunch, and that Blue Dream
We fuckin' with the T-H-C
Wake up in the mornin' with-uh-that-O-G
Pull up with the AK - it's a killing spree
Ain't no mothafuckin' mid tryna fuck with me
Cuz I'm high as fuck, can't ya see
Didn't do it for the money
Got flow slicka than honey, woah!
Hold on to your britches, buddy
We blazin' 'till the night gets sunny
I wake and bake, and have a morning brew
Gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew
Don't fuck with Vise
Rohtos in my eyes, guys
Take Patron shots at dawn
My tequila sunrise
Many stoners deny
Not I, I always reply
Imma rip that fuckin' bong
'Till the day I fuckin' die
Smokin' Agent Orange with my orange juice
Kief stash shine like a pot of gold
Peter Pan puffin' pipe, I am gettin' loose
Neverland, MJ, cuz it never gets old
Never fuck with the regular weed
Only fuck with the spaced-out nebula weed
And I'm smokin' da grass while I'm eatin' Tyson chicken
Pancakes, eggs, waffles, and bacon up in my kitchen
Alarm goes off, got me reachin' for the lighter
Got high as fuck, but today I'm gettin' higher
Straight purple shit, got this link with the supplier
Roll a fat joint, twist the end off with my pliers
Light that shit up, smoke be lookin' like a spire
Look in the mirror, shit, I cannot help but smile
Take two more puffs, eyes be redder than a fire
This the best shit ever, and you know I'm not a lier
No, I'm not a fiend, I'm an ordinary buyer
But I must admit that I am a frequent flyer
Lightin' dank up ever since I was a child
Smokin' so much, that your OG is my mild
Mothafuckas know that this boy be gettin' wild
Do it every day, bruh this is the smoker's bible
Don't try this at home - better know that I'm not liable
Smoke so damn much that I think I'm gonna die, bruh
I wake and bake, and have a morning brew
Gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew
I wake and bake, and have a morning brew
Gray cloud so fuckin' loud, it went from green to blew
Gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew
Bitches can't hang, finna blaze another round
We smokin' hella weed, bitch, we smokin' by the pound
I'm high as Elon - my conscious has left the ground
Fuck it, take anotha hit, movin' at the speed of sound, uh
A-step aside, the king arrives, I'm on my throne
It's do or die, the dank has got me in the zone
Y'all probably droppin' a couple bands for half an ounce
Twelve bowls for breakfast before I fuckin' bounce
Coco Puffs, and Captain Crunch, and GSC
Lucky Charms, and Purple Kush, and GDP
Apple Jacks, and Mango Kush, and Sour D
Cheerios, Honey Bunch, and that Blue Dream
We fuckin' with the T-H-C
Wake up in the mornin' with-uh-that-O-G
Pull up with the AK - it's a killing spree
Ain't no mothafuckin' mid tryna fuck with me
Cuz I'm high as fuck, can't ya see
Didn't do it for the money
Got flow slicka than honey, woah!
Hold on to your britches, buddy
We blazin' 'till the night gets sunny
I wake and bake, and have a morning brew
Gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew
Don't fuck with Vise
Rohtos in my eyes, guys
Take Patron shots at dawn
My tequila sunrise
Many stoners deny
Not I, I always reply
Imma rip that fuckin' bong
'Till the day I fuckin' die
Smokin' Agent Orange with my orange juice
Kief stash shine like a pot of gold
Peter Pan puffin' pipe, I am gettin' loose
Neverland, MJ, cuz it never gets old
Never fuck with the regular weed
Only fuck with the spaced-out nebula weed
And I'm smokin' da grass while I'm eatin' Tyson chicken
Pancakes, eggs, waffles, and bacon up in my kitchen
Alarm goes off, got me reachin' for the lighter
Got high as fuck, but today I'm gettin' higher
Straight purple shit, got this link with the supplier
Roll a fat joint, twist the end off with my pliers
Light that shit up, smoke be lookin' like a spire
Look in the mirror, shit, I cannot help but smile
Take two more puffs, eyes be redder than a fire
This the best shit ever, and you know I'm not a lier
No, I'm not a fiend, I'm an ordinary buyer
But I must admit that I am a frequent flyer
Lightin' dank up ever since I was a child
Smokin' so much, that your OG is my mild
Mothafuckas know that this boy be gettin' wild
Do it every day, bruh this is the smoker's bible
Don't try this at home - better know that I'm not liable
Smoke so damn much that I think I'm gonna die, bruh
I wake and bake, and have a morning brew
Gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew
I wake and bake, and have a morning brew
Gray cloud so fuckin' loud, it went from green to blew
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Writer(s): Dare
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