Its summer time

Im ice cold

My weed covered in crystals

Got duffel bags of that hydro

Bitch don't question what i know

I know alot but my mouth shut

I'm not fake im trill as fuck

That trip set

I smoke up

That white widow

My doja

Bitch stop calling my phone i don't rlly wanna know

Ya

That white limousine like yola

You cold mothafucka im colder

Bitches gon know us

Cus we do it better than these clones in the game

I'm trynna breathe like the mothafuckin smoke in my brain

I'm trynna illustrate my thoughts

As i exhale weed

Im like an 80s hippie way im poppin lsd

Im trynan go around the world with u next to me

You lookin right up in my eyes you are my ecstasy

Im dissociating off acid tablets waking up

My eyes open when im with you ain't no faking love

What's real or fake ? has our own father forsaken us

I smoke religiously im smokin on some sacred blunts