Lyrics

Blaze then float like a genie here hit this you can meet me
In the clouds disappear wit ya girl make magic houdini
Only smoking the best this one is peach bellinini
Got some fire smell garlic cheesy called green fettuccini
Twisting up cali trees burn em up then I repeat
Exclusive strains with exotic flavors exceptional hzeat
gassing up in the tahoe all black cherry gelato
Cruising smooth dodgin potholes my third eyes open my eyes closed
Rolling up paper planes yeah I stay on that Wiz shit
Not just high I get lifted Christmas green got me gifted
Wedding cake but no wedding ring in pursuit of the finer things
Welcome to the real breakfast club wake and bake but no Charlamagne
Smoking loud waking neighbors cooking up my next caper
Smoking purp spittin gold tryin ball like the Lakers
Yeah I get it in bunches smoking out the whole function
Stanking up the whole scenery fresh ice cream from the greenery
still awake but blue dreams wit me serving ounces brought P\'s wit me
still awake but blue dreams wit me serving ounces brought P\'s wit me
Friday night and I just got paid
Called Ma she said errbody straight
Big crib now errbody safe
Thank God all a **** gotta say
All I\'m tryin do is smoke all day
All I\'m tryin do is smoke all day
All I\'m tryin do is smoke all day
All I\'m tryin do is smoke all day
Put that shit in a zag for me
I\'d rather give you my bitch like I\'m sugar free
Boy ya bitch bout ugly as Booker T
Ain\'t smoking good then you know you can\'t fuck wit me
Still smoking that Reggie Miller
I roll these shits fat as Pig Miller
Color purple like Whoopi ****
This real girl scout cookie ****
My lil bitch say match one
I take it straight to the face I don\'t pass nothin
You **** cappin like cap guns
I roll this shit fat as Big Pun
Shit coming through ya window
like Bra man from the 5th floor
We rolling up sour diesel out in the tropics getting head on a sea doo
You know how we do shitting out seafood
Stuntin on weak hoes know casa migos
fuckin a bitch named Felicia this Friday I beat it like Deebo I beat like Deebo
I\'m in da hood throwing brix like Craig
Smoking weed all day like Smokey
Say ya best friend look like Janet Jackson
I say bitch don\'t play wit my emotions
You know a **** stay high as a kite
I\'m on a pill tryin fuck all night
I ain\'t a scrub you can be my left eye
I ain\'t a scrub you can be my left eye
Friday night and I just got paid
Called Ma she said errbody straight
Big crib now errbody safe
Thank God all a **** gotta say
All I\'m tryin do is smoke all day
All I\'m tryin do is smoke all day
All I\'m tryin do is smoke all day
All I\'m tryin do is smoke all day
Written by: Antonio Staley, Jermill Pennington
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