The supreme being black man
Asia black man
I'm reading 120 high as a bitch
I fucked my money up trying to get a whip
For real I owed money to the government
So I got a lil eighth but I was trying to get a zip so I
Fucked around and smoked all of it
I call my partner up like let me get a lil pinch
He start tripping acting like a bitch catching fits
Told me get my own shit bro I won't smoke all your weed
I can bag
I can add
But if it's front of me I'm gone take a drag
I'll take your leftovers and put them in my grav
I ain't grimey I ain't gone snatch it out your bag
You know my motto all you got to do is ask
We too grown to do each other like that plus we black
So wassup with that other half
Call me a pluck I ain't a pluck I just smoke all the weed
I love the exotic but if I ain't got it that shit don't bother me
New slave white bitch named Christine
She thick she lit she lick the dick and keep my bong clean
Baby smoke this blue and take a long dream
You hit that glue it's gone take two that's word to Rob Bass
We hit that cookie in the kitchen cooking all the wings
Asking me what Allah mean now I got that bitch reading 120 telling me
I shouldn't call her bitch
I fucked my money up trying to get a whip
For real I owed money to the government
And I was trying to get a eighth and she told me to get a zip bitch
You won't smoke all my weed
My weed
You won't smoke up all my trees
Now I ain't telling on my bros
But they be welling on they smoke
Buddy say he got that fire I can't tell if I don't choke
Oh you say you got it on you I can't smell it I can't smoke
Shorty say she got that wax aye you better be careful with that hoe
Don't invite me to your cipher if you inhale with different folks
I can't blow if I do not know who the hell is at the door
They bussing bells up out that hoe
Said they mailed the shit before
Guess they mailed the shit some more cause now he jailing with his bro
Girl you better clear that bong it's gone get stale if you don't smoke
I just blow
You won't see Mike Mo exhale a bunch of O's
That's for hoes
Tell Khalifa and them Taylors how I smoke
It's like hearing a bunch of cussing from some sailors how I smoke
I can't chill without that smoke I can't live without that smoke
I say peace to all my gods and I can't build without that smoke
Niggas kill without that smoke shit be real without that smoke
And they be telling me I'm nice but I ain't that ill without that smoke
So I guess I'm gone smoke all my weed
My weed
I'm gone smoke up all my trees
You won't smoke all my weed
My weed
You won't smoke up all my trees
My weed
My weed
My weed
My weed
You won't smoke up all my trees