I'm in the
Escoro in the
Cushweed
You know that I'm never ever
blazin' the bushweed
You know you're on cloud nine,
fuck it what me do
Be sure that I'm the
Krush man, waitin' to see poof
Some say I'm high on life and I
don't need your herbs
I'm gettin' hot every time that
you speak your words
Well, I'm glad that means more for me, son
I hit the bone so hard, they call me
Three
Lungs
They say that I'm the
Buddha master, rock superstar
You know the homie with
the reed -laced candy bone
Now I'm blazin' it nonstop,
you feelin' me, fam?
You see, everywhere I go is like
Amsterdam
We blow the smoke in the air,
now you smellin' my spray
It's the
OG
Kush, just clouded your brain
See I'm ready for four, twenty more,
honeys get gold for me
All of them merry, it's scary,
they get your most, don't it?
Hittin' the blunts and bombs
Poppin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with
E and
Vikes
You know it's on the night,
pullin' it past the light
Sittin' on top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Poppin' those hoes and pipes
You know it's on the night,
pullin' it past the light
You know your man's what you can,
can be still
Ain't even finished my drink
and thinkin' bout refills
They got the drogue,
I'm finna roll off these e -bills
And I'm the proof that all my methods are
B -billed
I'll re tire weak -head that
need bread for trickin'
Off on a mission to find bitches
for sausage lickin'
Engulfed in liquids, anties, and
Percocets
I jam like I don't know how
to work the tech
Nine times out of ten,
arm high, golf the hint
Never lie for a trend, try to die,
you're on a binge
Biscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin'
Like
Hendrix and
Joplin, till I find out where
Biggie and
Pac went
Profitable poppin',
most orphans gobbled
Stackin' my chips high
to the auction of
Boblo
Pills a swallow, mama don't cry,
it's only drugs
Tryna get my mind stuck in the
middle of money, love
Hittin' the blunts and bombs
Poppin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with
Eve and
Vikes
You know it's on tonight,
pullin' past the light
Sittin' on top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Packin' those poles and pipes
You know it's on tonight,
pullin' past the light
I semi -automatically spit flows
That trash,
anatomically equipped to rip shows in half
If I speak a little fast,
you get whiplash
Promoters better get the kid cash,
you get
whiplash
Got some zig -zags and a dutch,
let's get smashed
My little zip bags,
got more riders than six flags
Then why y get gassed?
I'm proceeding to get high
Got weed like
Mary
J is all I'm eating to
get by
To
Cal, motherfucker, run for cover when shit
fly
One hand is on the lot,
the other hand on your
bitch thigh
How many wanna try?
Mr.
Methodist, click yes
That's kinda far -fetched, like me passing
a piss test
Okay, let's be real,
here's the proof
We need cash flow,
might catch me in a movie lightin' up in the back row
For sure, killer feedback, black,
we don't need that
It's 420 ho,
now where the fuck is your weed at?
In fact, hittin' the
blunts and bombs
Poppin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with
E and
Vikes
You know it's on tonight,
pull it and pass the light
Sittin' on top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Packin' those hoes and pipes
You know it's on tonight,
pull it and pass the light
Thank you.
Proof 
