G.A.S. (Good Ass Smoke)

I'm always smoking the best marijuana
I'm hotboxing like I'm smoking in a sauna
The Cherry at the end of my blunt
You should call it mansana
Don't cry for me Argentina
I'm scoring on that grass like my name was Meradonna

I got cbd
Weed
Dabs and a little bit of hash
You either gonna be cleaning up the house
Or you gonna bust your ass
It took a minute for me to bring snacks back
Caught you creeping through my house trying to find my stash pack
You shoulda never said nothing to me
Last time you left my blunt looking like a melted sugar daddy
Scavenger smoker wanna get in my cypher
Looking like a snaggletoothed faced Tony the Tiger

You wet mouthed fucker
40 days and 40 nights
Let you hit my blunt
Yeah I wish I might
I'm dishing dimes but I ain't trying to pass
Vacuum sealed bags so the dogs stay off my ass

You know I'm always stepping with that grass
I made a bong off the scream mask
My weed burn slow like I'm smoking on tree sap
Looney toon shotgunning like I'm hunting rabbit
After two puffs you know you gotta pass it

Now you talking too much
You can talk til your gums bleed
Smoking so much
I won't have a memory
Runts got my joint stuck in the dirt
Earthworms top me off til I let off a burst

Why you looking confused
I brought the pack like I said
Talking about you got the money but
Chill
You ain't gotta lie Craig
My blue dream looking like some icy diamonds

You'll be so high your nose will bleed like I'm busting hymens
My blunts be wider than a sewer drain
My finger tips keep them orange stains
I took a hit of the spliff
Looking like you smelled some fresh baby shit

I smoke that supercalifragilistic xp ala dope shit
Call me Mr Pest Control the way I smoke them roaches



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Writer(s): Jose Oyola
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