Yeah, g-shit
And I aint smokin none of that unless the weed stick
Bitch Im in the zone and if I ever leave
Fuck a jacket Ima rock my tattoo sleeves
I got thirty naked bitches in the kitchen
Crumblin the herb and rollin it up in the Swishers
Kush is my cologne, every minute blowin heavy
I dont smoke it on occasion, everyday is 4/20
All I do is flame shit, I dont do that change shit
EST for life bitch, ya I do that gang shit
Look at who I came with, better fix ya face quick
Cause I gotta lot of muh-fuckers with me we all on the same shit
Now pass me the dutching-ton,
I still gotta nickle crumbled in the George Washington
Order up a quarter my connect is on the phone
Mix the purple with the lemon G kush and get stoned
God damn it im gone, blowin with the wind
Cleveland is the city, see it showin on the brim
Black lights on the tats glowin on my skin
And my blunt is never lonely all my Ls got twins blaze up!
Yeah, blaze up, lil bitch blaze up
So what the fuck blaze up, ugh, blaze up, kels Blaze up
And we burnin up like the heat is on
Kelly smellin good, blowin wood
Bitch my life is like a weed-a-thon
Size 12 Chuck Taylors what my feet is on
Laced up blazin back to back like repeat a song
And fuck the police boy, I say it proud
And if they hear me fuck the police say it loud
20 dollars and a dream bitch Im livin
Back strokin in yo girl, no swimmin
 boy thats pimpin
You wanna know my goal, a couple sold out shows
Some hoes and a pocket full of woah
Got it for the low, tear the place up
Pass the dutch and blaze up, motherfucker lace up
Ughhh. blaze up,
Hundred words and runnin
Lace up. lace up bitch. EST blaze up
Kels laced up. Gone