Do you wanna get high man?

We gonna smoke /rolling up the blunts till we choke /rappers get Broke off propper show stoppers /Let’s Go /we be da kings click klack boom in the streets /iam on the moon I don’t know if it’s the shrooms or the weed /we gonna smoke

Ooh this year’s harvest is looking marvelous

Trim session, perfection, please do not bother us

We green thumbin’, pack runnin’ they’ll be no starvin’, trust

Go cap that’s a snap, EMT need a brainsmack

Yeah I know he’s back with the green crack

Cat piss (boo rider sack)

King’s bling from SD

That henchlord will bless thee

With best creed

Sugarshot, candy like Nestle

One dab hit, fat comb lick, big bong rips, don’t test me

I got a gas mask /and sour bong /yo pass the trash bag /full of exotics add some hash bubble extracts dabs /send me to mars by the stars iam floating pass dat /backpack rapper who came out where they trap at /brraaat brAatt knock ya SnapBack wit a hollow tip /you catch Mo shots than a college kid on a Cabo trip /rocket ship lifting in to space when I blaze a joint /stab with the sword from the stone that just to make a point

Oh, wait, we smokin’ for Saint Dog & packin heat

We gonna smoke /rolling up the blunts till we choke /rappers get Broke off propper show stoppers /Let’s Go /we be da kings click klack boom in the streets /iam on the moon I don’t know if it’s the shrooms or the weed /we gonna smoke

You talk the shit, I am the shit

Laid up in a grow with a stoner bitch

KD with the flow don’t seem to miss

Black market you know who this is

Plant the plants in the ground to get rich

[??] We were doin it when you were a little kid

I never saw myself as a rapper but the shoe fit

From then on I never needed any new kicks

Underrated with the King Klick boom

Load up the bong goin’ to the moon

Is it the pot or is it the shrooms?

Don’t give a fuck is our attitude

Way too cocky cause I know I’m dope

Try to stop me you don’t want the smoke

Dispensary weed I don’t want the smoke

Organically grown all my people are stoned

Gettin’ high at the station goin’ to Mars

Cooked out in the cockpit layin’ down bars

Gettin’ high at the station goin’ to Mars

Cooked out in the cockpit layin’ down bars

Gettin’ high at the station, goin’ to Mars

Cooked out in the cockpit layin’ down bars

Lil Saint tokin’ up in the Milky Way

Had enough of this shit had to fly away

Klick klack pay the teller in pesos,

Got more assets than Jeff Bezos

Bought a ship blasted off to space

Fired up some green that’ll hit ya in the face

Flat screen in my whip 25 guitars

talk shit to my face and you'll be seeing stars

We gonna smoke /rolling up the blunts till we choke /rappers get Broke off propper show stoppers /Let’s Go /we be da kings click klack boom in the streets /iam on the moon I don’t know if it’s the shrooms or the weed /we gonna smoke