Burnin'

I got wax in the joint. Racks in my pocket
Flavors on flavors. Northern California harvest
Hands up. Starbucks when I spark up
Hands down the best tree in my jar, bruh
And I'm rollin' up fast. "How ya do that?"
Puffin' straight out the pack, runnin' through that
Fat spliffs, Bob Marley fuckin' knew that
After-show after-party. Where your crew at?
Everyday is 4/20. Every night is my birthday
Always the last one to leave but I'm still in 1st place
The Bay, that's my birth place. The home of Mac Dre & The Jack'
Rest in Paradise. You know we still Slappin'
All of the classics. Still live lavish
Macho Man Randy Savage. "OOOH YEEAAA!"
We be goin' in on a punk bitch
I got kief on my fingers like it's Fun Dip

In the lab with a dab. Plus we got a J' & a blunt we're bouta roll
A sure-shot with the Sherlock bowls & these bong loads are outta control
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!

Bong-water bubblin'. Blissed, blessed & lovin' it
Is what it is. Don't even ask if I'm in the place lit
Chillin' in the whip. Partly cloudy. Got it tacked out
Yeah I run it. Got the whole block on lock-down
California stoner. Poke smot everyday
Marijuana smoker. Been baked since 8th grade
B-Rip. Got my name from the bong hits
Michael Phelps lung capacity, ninja. Hit a dab rig
Light up trees like it's Christmas Eve
It feels so good when I'm hittin' the weed
Pack a fat bowl of some potent rope
I'm in the dungeon blunted. Bionic chronic fasho
Pass the dutchie to the left-hand side
To the left-hand side. Very nice
Smokin' on a whole lotta, whole lotta...
On a whole lotta ganja

In the lab with a dab. Plus we got a J' & a blunt we're bouta roll
A sure-shot with the Sherlock bowls & these bong loads are outta control
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!

A couple Raws. Couple Swishers
Homies from Vallejo, yo, they brought them Backwoods
Chillin' with my dawgs & we puffin' on them zippers
Grab yourself a wrap & fill it up with that good. Check this out!
When you see me rollin' I be rollin, plus I'm rollin. "What?"
Got people sour cuz the flower that I'm rollin' up
But I still let 'em take a hit like no one told 'em "Duck!"
Now I'm jus' stackin' these racks. Can't even fold 'em up
Go ahead & take a hit, then pass it to me
Then I can't help but to take a puff so passionately
I'm sittin' on the top if you would ask it to me
I jus' roll a blunt & then I roll passed enemies
That LemonTree got me feelin' fine
Jus' had me a firestick. It gets me everytime
Jet Fuel & the Apple Pie is goin' in to grind
Whether money or the tree, you know that green is on my mind

In the lab with a dab. Plus we got a J' & a blunt we're bouta roll
A sure-shot with the Sherlock bowls & these bong loads are outta control
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!
Burnin'. Burnin'. Yeah!



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Writer(s): Escabo
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