Flickin’ Ashes

[Intro] Yeah Swisher Sweets, no Phillies Yeah [Verse] Me, I'm riding clean, smoking good, can barely keep my eyes open Listening to my favorite song, leanin' in my ride, chokin' Tell my dog to hit this weed, feel like I'm finna pass out Thought I had exclusive trees until he pulled his bag out Had 'bout a half ounce, some shit I'd never seen in life Said that once he grabbed it, smelled so bad, he had to bag it twice I told him, "Roll that shit up," this weed, I had to light These clowns somewhere in the clouds, me, I'm a satellite I roll 'em very nice with smoke comin' out the end like a muffler Got game from the Hustla, never said I'm gon' quit I can't get enough of good weed in my lungs, plus I'm sharin', I ain't cuffin' My eyes wide shut, I'm just staring, saying nothing I flick ashes, got big status So I don't need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch Yeah, I blow it by the zip, anywhere I go, it's on the road on every trip Ask my Nini, love her grandson, but she know that I'm a trip Got my habit from Ms. Peachy, smoking roaches, getting lit Now I fill my blunts with so much weed, they say, "That all ain't gon' fit" On some highly grown shit with a Hollywood bitch Got the sweetest purple Kush in a precisely rolled spliff High as John in Pulp Fic' on the way to see Marcellus Girl, I'm in another world and Chevy got another twirl For those who don't know, he got that roll game And I ain't gon' lie, he the reason why I got my roll game Feel like I'm soul plane, I smoked the whole thing, pound or oz Kush fiend, Purple Master OG (Yeah, that's a little bit of Kush talk, for y'all niggas who might not comprehend) And every nigga that grow weed should know me My leather so soft, my Swisher so sweet, bitch [Outro] Yeah, this Young Khalifa man Mr. Blow It by the Iddo, yup And I've been state to state, man, from here to there Smoked the best of the best, you know? So don't come runnin' up on me talkin' 'bout your good-ass weed, my nigga I don't give a fuck I got some good shit right here, yeah What up, Chevy? All my niggas that smoke good, you know who you are Bobay the Hustler, what up, Po Ron? Yak, Chueno Slow-mo the Kid, Lavish, Cabbage What up, Blaze? Reese Murray, you know I gotta say Og Houser, KU, Wako, what up? All my niggas that blow it down, man We be in every state, man, heavy with it Even all my niggas that can't smoke What up, Stevie? What up, Lyte? I'ma twist three up for you, yeah We get dumb stupid-ass high over here, man Y'all niggas smoking garbage I'm rollin' me a whole week's worth in one blunt, you know? And that's just to get a little high I'm smokin' all day, I been, uh I was is in Portland, Oregon, right? And I buy big zips of this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Like, I don't be coppin' little, low, or none of that And this bag of weed was purple, like, real purple Kush, grapes Shoutout to all my niggas in The Bay that know about them grapes We're smokin' grapes out there and it was great I'll be in Cali' OG Kush, Master Kush Purple Kush, Mega Kush Super Silver These sound like comic book names, man Shit y'all niggas can't get y'all hands on I be higher than a bitch I be focused though, you know? Lot of y'all niggas would go broke tryin' to do this shit Ayy, Chevy, roll another one up, man Chevy got that roll game y'all niggas don't even know about It kick your whole chest back, like, uh, uh, a monkey punch Yeah