Letras
Aye I need some green
Fucking pull up in about twenty minutes
We can go ahead and roll one
Fucking smoke one, toke one
Take some fucking fat ass dabs
Who gives a fuck
Just fucking have fun
Fuck it
We roll up the weed
We smoke to go bring the peace
And your girl talking to me
Because I got that good green
So I'll go pack some Louis
To toke a cone of a king
We huffin on chronic keif
We puffin exotic green
I mean like
Just met with the P-L-U-G
Now we puffing on exotic
Know I feel like I'm skywalker
G-M-O that be the chronic
Know its all about the process
That's why we smoke on the rosin
How it grow its hydroponics
How I know it taste real fruity patooti
And truthfully like the movies
It takes you to the moon you see
So we gon' roll up a doobie indubidably
I'm packing this shit
A cone with a tip
Put wax in the bitch
And keif just a bit
And pass take a hit
'Cause we be smoking and toking
Like eighty eighth bags been open
The loudness cause a camotion
Blueberry kush in a bottle
That's what we call a peace potion
Black Cherry Soda, Gelato
It taste so good when you cross 'em
That's what we call exotic smoke bitch
We roll up the weed
We smoke to go bring the peace
And your girl talking to me
Because I got that good green
So I'll go pack some Louis
To toke a cone of a king
We huffin on chronic keif
We puffin exotic green (let's get her done)
I mean like (buddy boy)
I'm a chronic king, chronic feen
Can you pass me chronic please
Chronic stinking like some feet
Pack that shit like it's some heat
Smoke go circles on repeat