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

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