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rolling weed with the seeds that aint it bro

[Verse 1]
I cheif-ah a swish-ah
My lungs is full of buddah
I choke up the dope up
And then I pass it to ya
I'm high-yah can't lie yall
Man this shits some fire
Covasier,that good hay,
And weed bong,got damn yall
I lit it lit it lit it
And then I hit it hit it
I'm smokin like a dope fiend
I need to quit it quit it quit it
Take a pull inhale
Still waitin to exhale
Eyes got bloody red cells
And I'm sippin on some Martel
Its a party goin on inside my fuckin in my fuckin body
And its too wild I can't hang and can't nobody stop it
I smoke that green dope
That high I'm on cloud 9 dro yah
I don't fuck with seeds
You keep your weed I got my own hoe
Shit, you wonder why La Chat don't speak when bitches pass me by
9 times outta 10 when I'm in the wind I'm either drunk or high
And to you smokers holla at me I'm gone smoke some witcha
But if you don't smoke wit me we can smoke
Take a pull for me my nigga

[Chorus x2: Crunchy Blac]
Love to get high mane
Roll to get high mane
Love to get high mane
Roll to get high mane
Oh please oh please oh please
Just give me just one more hiznit
This hydro weed I got some
I might blow you a shotgun

[Verse 2]
I keep that chronic in mind
I try my best to stay high
I smoke an ounce of that pure
Man fuck some nickels and dimes
I get to thinkin bout shit
My nigga fuckin this bitch
My thoughts get outta control
I'm finna cut off his dick
Blow me a gun to my nose
My throat is hung up wit smoke
I don't fuck wit you on that dope
If its not makin me choke
I roll up in them sweets
Who got that shit in the streets
I smoke until I'm asleep
Its just the thuggin in me
I hope you already know
You gotta give me some dro
The way you smoke wit yo niggas
Thats how we smokin lil bro
My nig will get a hoe high
But he wont get high wit me
But I ain't fucked up bout that
Its niggas givin me weed
Id go to all neighborhoods
And smoke you out if I could
A smokin session on me
Id charge it all to the good
Mane I'm gone ride and get high
Until the day that I die
I know my lungs ain't bout shit
Cuz dog I keep me some fire

[A.G.]
Yeah Mr. Gates layed back, not the first to flip
But I’m the first with a zip, of that fluffy shit
But I ain’t talking bout that powder, you put in your nose
I’m talking bout, that incredible krypto smoke
I guess it’s why I got incredible, krypto flow
And it’s even worse when I’m rolling, with my sicko bro
That’s Lil’ C, and he told me he love that Afghan
And fuck customs, if we see fo’ passing
Yeah, I gotta keep my sticky with me
Like I keep, my semi near me
Hear me, so go on roll up another one
And fuck a dutch, cause a cigarillo get it done
Now I don’t know, what kinda weed y’all smoking
Check my sack it’s lime green, like the A’s from Oakland
So quit joking, and smoking that stress
I don’t know about you, who smoking the best and that’s that

[Lil’ C]
Now I ain’t never been in love, like this with a bitch
Cause everytime I try to leave her, I like to spliff
And I’m back, like it was my first time ever
My first high ever, everytime I hit her
I get on another level, now I’m zoning
In my own world, E.T. phone home’ing
She fuck with other niggaz, so I say she do my wrong
I love it when she be around, hate when she be gone now
What did I do, to deserve this hoe
I been looking for you, calling everybody I know
A.G. say he seen you, with a nigga at the sto’
Ke said you left his spot, bout a hour ago
Now I’m thinking to myself, man this some bullshit
When I get my hands on ya, I’ma break you down bitch
And show you how to roll, and teach you how to hide
Girl you the reason, I put stash spots in the ride

[Hook]
Hyyyyydro, no sticks no seeds good weed
Hyyyyydro, that’s all I know that’s all I need is that
Hyyyyydro, blueberry or that purple shit nigga
Hyyyyydro, quit playing nigga light that shit

[Lil’ Keke]
I smoke dro, that shit that they grow below
And it cost a nice grip, for a ounce or mo’
Smoking on some good shit, it’ll punish your throat
Gotta take off your jacket, ‘fore it get in your coat
I puff pots and broccoli, no seeds and sloppy
Leaning to the side, in my white Gilloppi
Broke boys carbon copy, play high
I stay high, roll my dro and puff ly
Twisting up master kush, and blueberry buzz
Light fire, taste the love
These boys on rich nigga drugs, Crips and Bloods
Thugs with cheap prices, gallons jugs
Smoking on regular, smoking on the cegular
The grass we chief man, it’s ten steps ahead of ya
Hydro, it’s the only way
And I’ll be rolling sweet tooth, when I’m old and grey

[Repeat Chorus 2x]

[Verse 1]
I cheif-ah a swish-ah
My lungs is full of buddah
I choke up the dope up
And then I pass it to ya
I’m high-yah can’t lie yall
Man this shits some fire
Covasier,that good hay,
and weed bong,got damn yall
I lit it lit it lit it
And then I hit it hit it
I’m smokin like a dope fiend
I need to quit it quit it quit it
Take a pull inhale
Still waitin to exhale
Eyes got bloody red cells
And I’m sippin on some Martel
Its a party goin on inside my fuckin in my fuckin body
And its too wild I can’t hang and can’t nobody stop it
I smoke that green dope
That high I’m on cloud 9 dro yah
I don’t fuck with seeds
You keep your weed I got my own hoe
Shit, you wonder why La Chat don’t speak when bitches pass me by
9 times outta 10 when I’m in the wind I’m either drunk or high
And to you smokers holla at me I’m gone smoke some witcha
But if you don’t smoke wit me we can smoke
take a pull for me my nigga

[Verse 2]
I keep that chronic in mind
I try my best to stay high
I smoke an ounce of that pure
Man fuck some nickels and dimes
I get to thinkin bout shit
My nigga fuckin this bitch
My thoughts get outta control
I’m finna cut off his dick
Blow me a gun to my nose
My throat is hung up wit smoke
I don’t fuck wit you on that dope
If its not makin me choke
I roll up in them sweets
Who got that shit in the streets
I smoke until I’m asleep
Its just the thuggin in me
I hope you already know
You gotta give me some dro
The way you smoke wit yo niggas
thats how we smokin lil bro
My nig will get a hoe high
But he wont get high wit me
But I ain’t fucked up bout that
Its niggas givin me weed
Id go to all neighborhoods
And smoke you out if I could
A smokin session on me
Id charge it all to the good
Mane I’m gone ride and get high
Until the day that I die
I know my lungs ain’t bout shit
Cuz dog I keep me some fire