Devils Lettuce
Smoking on the Devils Lettuce
Heavenly as it is
I allow my state to alter
When I roll up a splif
Yes this is as close as it gets
To going to heaven
Even though your soul doesn't split
You know that's my drift
Folded while I zone in to spit
Grabber in my joint
Trust your lungs going to shift
Roach to the lips toke when it's lit
The most I can is a whole bring
Is a whole lot of vim toes to the wrist
Soaking in drip
My focus is lit
On the mic, I'm holding my grip
I toke and I spit
Hate when it's over to quick
Puff daddy
Power puff girls and sugar puffs
Power points to blowing up
You know what's up when I'm strolling up
Lady Luck and Loaded Lux
You know it's us by the clouds from Devils Lettuce
That we're rolling up
In the public big and broad
And never showed a fuck
Jokes is dun blowing blunts
Blowing back bicking bang
Chining wags since Chicken Hut
Could get you stabbed
Them niggas ran I took a stand
And booked a stamp To Switzerland
8 star hotel luxury pads to just relax
Wrapped Up or in a bag loose
Accompanied by bag juice
Continuing to smoke when I'm high
And no longer have to
Balcony views of Cassidy tunes. Free Kelly
I keep Becky's on my celli Kylie Jenners and Halle Berries
Blunts of Hash burning through the carpet
Missing the ashtray when I pass it
Double Vision my target
Damn can't see shit!
Ay Ay Ay
I've been Barking
Drawing gash before an Eid fasting
Rahtid if it weren't for school days
I'd of been blasting
I've been asking for the lighter long time
Don't say you been passed it
To have no lighter is a sin partially
Back to the weed talking
Hash browns and Blue Cheese
To Lemon Tree Bark King
And it's 2 4 1 on the street market
Butter making, if you don't know
You ain't gotta say shit
Brownies take you off this planet while you conversating
I'm into saving. Stocks and information
On how to flip the tables
To rip the label Off exchanges
To the grave from the cradle
Smoking weed as long as I'm able
To stop I'd probably have to be paid to
High-grade tunes till I make news
For a trillion views filming boobs. Milking tubes
You bloody cow who do you think your speaking to?
Pledge your allegiance and read each room
Presidential sweets we chew
Mary Poppin Bags to reach into
And a merry Christmas for each and every reason to
Coz life's a bitch, grab a drink and ease up boo
Heavenly as it is
I allow my state to alter
When I roll up a splif
Yes this is as close as it gets
To going to heaven
Even though your soul doesn't split
You know that's my drift
Folded while I zone in to spit
Grabber in my joint
Trust your lungs going to shift
Roach to the lips toke when it's lit
The most I can is a whole bring
Is a whole lot of vim toes to the wrist
Soaking in drip
My focus is lit
On the mic, I'm holding my grip
I toke and I spit
Hate when it's over to quick
Puff daddy
Power puff girls and sugar puffs
Power points to blowing up
You know what's up when I'm strolling up
Lady Luck and Loaded Lux
You know it's us by the clouds from Devils Lettuce
That we're rolling up
In the public big and broad
And never showed a fuck
Jokes is dun blowing blunts
Blowing back bicking bang
Chining wags since Chicken Hut
Could get you stabbed
Them niggas ran I took a stand
And booked a stamp To Switzerland
8 star hotel luxury pads to just relax
Wrapped Up or in a bag loose
Accompanied by bag juice
Continuing to smoke when I'm high
And no longer have to
Balcony views of Cassidy tunes. Free Kelly
I keep Becky's on my celli Kylie Jenners and Halle Berries
Blunts of Hash burning through the carpet
Missing the ashtray when I pass it
Double Vision my target
Damn can't see shit!
Ay Ay Ay
I've been Barking
Drawing gash before an Eid fasting
Rahtid if it weren't for school days
I'd of been blasting
I've been asking for the lighter long time
Don't say you been passed it
To have no lighter is a sin partially
Back to the weed talking
Hash browns and Blue Cheese
To Lemon Tree Bark King
And it's 2 4 1 on the street market
Butter making, if you don't know
You ain't gotta say shit
Brownies take you off this planet while you conversating
I'm into saving. Stocks and information
On how to flip the tables
To rip the label Off exchanges
To the grave from the cradle
Smoking weed as long as I'm able
To stop I'd probably have to be paid to
High-grade tunes till I make news
For a trillion views filming boobs. Milking tubes
You bloody cow who do you think your speaking to?
Pledge your allegiance and read each room
Presidential sweets we chew
Mary Poppin Bags to reach into
And a merry Christmas for each and every reason to
Coz life's a bitch, grab a drink and ease up boo
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Writer(s): Aura-kl, Jordan Williams
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