ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler J Gildersleeve
Songwriter
Brandon Goode
Songwriter
Agustin Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Illouis
Producer
歌詞
Chilling at the kush gala
Yeah we looking hella fly
Chilling at the kush gala
All these ladies hella fine
Chilling at the kush gala
Push flowers every night
Chillen at the gala
We be getting high
On G-shit we wrote the manual
Stead, Fulton that be the avenue
Show your favorite rapper imma grab his food
When it comes to tracks I'm a cannibal
No we ain't adjacent or lateral
Give fucks
Like I had a few
A sensei headed off to sabbatical
Ready to strike gold and flow chose
100 meter dash
Quick fast like I'm flojo
Dig a tunnels path to the cash like I'm chapo
Yeah this be that top flow
Wanna low the pain like some nova cane
Though I hold the strain of the world's weight on my shoulder blades
Yeah my thoughts be like propane, when I over-tank
Causing a combustion, fuck that I'm headed to the function
Haters see the beef get to munching
Like this should be a diner and a lunch-in
But I ain't ever giving meal tickets
I just stay G keep it real with em'
Yeah the bars hard like some steel hit em', ah
Chilling at the kush gala
Yeah we looking hella fly
Chilling at the kush gala
All these ladies hella fine
Chilling at the kush gala
Push flowers every night
Chillen at the gala
We be getting high
You been on the same
Need to get away
Hit up your dispensary and take a toke with glaze
Smiles all around, kush gala about to blaze
Oh damn, they pulling up in the Lex, Coupe, Beemer and the Benz
Hot box the whip
Come inside, take a rip
Go back
Smoking, smoking, smoking
Ahem
Holy moly that's the shit
Best get back inside we got munchies to get
Whole smorgasbord of treats
Some infused, some wreak
And that's a fucking sensation
Cold hearted retreat
Light's go heat
Smoke your weed
Written by: Agustin Rodriguez, Brandon Goode, Tyler J Gildersleeve
