Smokin' hard
Barely had enough gas in my car
Barely had enough cash on my card
But all these blunts I'm rollin, they be barred
Every time you catch me smoking
I'm goin hard
Aye, aye, aye, I'm goin hard
Aye, aye, aye, I'm goin hard
Aye, aye, aye I'm goin hard
Aye, aye, aye I'm goin hard aye
Never hit a bitch, but I'll hit it from the back
God damn she got that ass yeah
Smash her like some glass yeah
Hope I don't cum too fast yeah
Hope I don't get a rash yeah
That shit would be savage
I thought that we were past that
Bouncing on my dick, then she hit a backflip
Watch me hit this back lip, on the rail
Down the El Toro 20 stair
See the way they be staring at the clothes I be wearing
Must be just cause I'm a playa
Fucking bitches switch my major
Money maker, say your prayers uh
Naysayer imma be your fucking savior uh
Weed inhaler, what's your favorite flavor uh
I like green I like purp, smoke Jamaica yuh
Every time I smoke, I like to get high as fuck
Smokin blunt after blunt, I can't get enough
This one kinda rough, it'll make you huff and puff
I'm the big bad wolf, little piggies run
Better dip, or I'll cook you til you're overdone
Cookies in the grinder boutta roll another one
Gettin brain in my Buiy, that's just how it's done
Coming to you live, Bay Area where I'm from
Nikes on my feet when I'm skating down the street
Like the Olympic torch lighter, yeah I bring the heat
Pass me the bong, think I'm gonna take a shneep
What that mean? Like ya momma say finish your greens
Bitches switch up like a serpentine
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me
That's just how it be
Smoking sour D
Got me feeling little bit crazy
Maybe, imma need somebody come and save me
Baby, feeling like I'm trapped inside my daydreams
Lately, I've been wondering where the fuck my days been
I need a safe haven
I guess that's why I pay rent
Where the fuck my money go?
Guessing that I spent it
From the trenches
Fuck the president, bitch
On my hip, yeah I got a Smith and Wesson
You want beef? Aight, I'll teach you a lesson
Take a seat, welcome to the main event
Bitch, you got me bent
Don't pass Trump the blunt
He can't smoke with us
But he can buy what I'm selling
Got that fire shit that make you feel like you're in heaven
My favorite strain is headband
You gone catch me smoking til I'm motherfucking dead man
Aye, got ashes in my bedpan
Barely had enough cash on my card
But all these blunts I'm rollin, they be barred
Every time you catch me smoking
I'm goin hard
Aye, aye, aye, I'm goin hard
Aye, aye, aye, I'm goin hard
Aye, aye, aye I'm goin hard
Aye, aye, aye I'm goin hard aye
Never hit a bitch, but I'll hit it from the back
God damn she got that ass yeah
Smash her like some glass yeah
Hope I don't cum too fast yeah
Hope I don't get a rash yeah
That shit would be savage
I thought that we were past that
Bouncing on my dick, then she hit a backflip
Watch me hit this back lip, on the rail
Down the El Toro 20 stair
See the way they be staring at the clothes I be wearing
Must be just cause I'm a playa
Fucking bitches switch my major
Money maker, say your prayers uh
Naysayer imma be your fucking savior uh
Weed inhaler, what's your favorite flavor uh
I like green I like purp, smoke Jamaica yuh
Every time I smoke, I like to get high as fuck
Smokin blunt after blunt, I can't get enough
This one kinda rough, it'll make you huff and puff
I'm the big bad wolf, little piggies run
Better dip, or I'll cook you til you're overdone
Cookies in the grinder boutta roll another one
Gettin brain in my Buiy, that's just how it's done
Coming to you live, Bay Area where I'm from
Nikes on my feet when I'm skating down the street
Like the Olympic torch lighter, yeah I bring the heat
Pass me the bong, think I'm gonna take a shneep
What that mean? Like ya momma say finish your greens
Bitches switch up like a serpentine
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me
That's just how it be
Smoking sour D
Got me feeling little bit crazy
Maybe, imma need somebody come and save me
Baby, feeling like I'm trapped inside my daydreams
Lately, I've been wondering where the fuck my days been
I need a safe haven
I guess that's why I pay rent
Where the fuck my money go?
Guessing that I spent it
From the trenches
Fuck the president, bitch
On my hip, yeah I got a Smith and Wesson
You want beef? Aight, I'll teach you a lesson
Take a seat, welcome to the main event
Bitch, you got me bent
Don't pass Trump the blunt
He can't smoke with us
But he can buy what I'm selling
Got that fire shit that make you feel like you're in heaven
My favorite strain is headband
You gone catch me smoking til I'm motherfucking dead man
Aye, got ashes in my bedpan
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Writer(s): Sam Snowman
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