The Turkey Bag Diaries

So let's ball foo
Call that motherfucker, bro
Gotta get some more shit right now

I hit my dude yo where the gas at
I need some of that hazmat
Killah out the turkey bag
One hit and pass that
Remember smoking stress holes
Poked in the coke can
Now we puffin godly shit
Whole nuther program
Grew it out the grodan
I'm smokin till we old men
Blew some of that GP
My chest start to fold in
Done tried it all
When it comes to puffin reefer smoke
Even scraped the resin
Made it work when we was broke
Holler if you need a toke
My cheeba make the meanest choke
A zipper for the C note
Back woods we elope
My mijos know I'm smokin like
Tony with a kilo
Still smokin the roach cause
The shit ain't cheap tho
I love me exotics but the OG my top best
Ain't nothing like new batch
Crystally cut fresh
We trimming down the water leaves
And watch the bitch undress
Taste her on your lips
We got the best and that's no less

Finger tips dirty cause
I don't use a grinder
Got at least the clip ready
Soon as I rise up
Stoners be reveered now
They used to dispise us
Even caught a charge
Cops would call it a crime bust
I like that kinda bud
Smell like its a pine crushed
I been out in Cali
I be having these options
We could hit the store
Hit the homie and cop it
I smoked around the world
Let me give you my top 10

L.A., The Bay
Maine-Mass and Amsterdam
Swiss had the hash
But it was brought in from Moroccan fam
Washington state, Colorado
Then it's Oregon
New York got some shit
Produced from everywhere importing it
Everywhere I go
I'm asking for the most potent shit
To get me on the level
Til I ain't trying to roll up again
I be smokin more than you
And your stoner friends
With the mijos blow a ounce
And do it all again