We Smoke Different

U gotta bring at least
1 or 2 zips
To b around me bro
Dnt worry
I got my own
Bt it's only for me tho
This good smoke
B filling my lungs
This that fire diesel
Eyes open
Red asf
High as I can b yo

Cookie
Sour
Alien rock
Yea
I'm rolling it up
Dutch masters all gone
These Tyson's helped a whole bunch
Grape cake
Durban poison
Steady fucking me up
Bitch I'm gone
Another planet
Scotty beaming me up

Sitting backing
Smoking
Relaxing
Had to kick my feet up
Last package
Had crossbones
Now I'm seeing demons

Am I the only one trippin
Tell me
What's the reason
Fuck it
Roll a different flavor
Jus to clear this shit up

Every single time u see me
Im blazing up
It Ain't no stopping me
Pull up
Cloudy asf
A half a pound on me
Made myself a boss
Changing the game
They wonna copy me
It b the ones who doubted me
Twist em up
Smoke em properly

Big nugs
All on my tray
I rolling up a bat
The shit I got
Hit it to hard
Might catch a heart attack

Flavor after flavor
Them bitches
Fucking me up
French inhale
Hella good
Shit got me on stuck
Even tho high
Keep on stuffing them fuckers up
My niggas got they own
Never asking to hit my blunt

Blowing thru bag after bag
Got another load otw
Whenever I need
My brother he coming undele
These Fingers that I'm rolling
B having a nigga float away
Back to this purple
Runts looking like some fucking haze

Nah
I told u man I'm tripping
Litty then a titty
I swear the weed got me lifted
Smoke in the brain
My heart beating
N I can I fill it
I used to have 5 on it
Now nigga
We smoking different

Fucking up my vision
Bt I gotta stay on my mission
Everything that's on this fuckin rolling tray
It's getting twisted



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Writer(s): Uris Solomon
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