[Verse 1: Tyler]
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The Supreme Tee is kinda dingy
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Pass the fucking puffer nigga stingy with the usher, let it burn
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Skate session with my niggas
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On a cloud, where's my inhaler, I can't even breath
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I don't smoke weed
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But I'm on a cloud high enough to give me a nose bleed
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Say farewell to the brain cells, neutrons can smell us
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My niggas keep enough green to get a bush jealous
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Roll tighty, the joint righty, go buy a label
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And busters don't get the zimper in Chris Righty, alrighty
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Or maybe a swisher, I begin to kiss her
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Keep all the arms and limbs in a large bin
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My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan
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In the fuckin toilet where my bars been
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They been the shit since Riley figured out she really likes Dark men
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Domo hitting bowls, nether size of cold
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Rolling a whole nother blunt the size of a troll
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Davon on paroll, so if the highway patrol
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Sees us rolling to 7-11 to get a Arizona
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And some donuts, he'll be in a hole, but were not gona let it happen
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Im not talking music when I say were the best at wrapping
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The kush, coke brittleing, and mushroom caps in my system, um
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[Verse 2: Hodgy]
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I break number 2 pencils cause I write so strong
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Tyler rolling up a stick so when it lights, so long
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Brass monkey, clarinet, ten drop in the gong
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Gas mask, vaporizer, tranquilize you with the bong
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Imagine gas and laxing, puff passing past tense
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Future kush, cool tour, poke your arms blue or
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Dream, smoke white like vanilla bean ice cream
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Besides OF, Mary Jane and me make a nice team
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Pause, aw you getting to fat bitch
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Much is gaining is weight is, fucking automatic
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Can't fit into the plus size of that sack's fifth
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She get high, get down on hot dogs and pick up the cat bitch
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The powder is packed in the straw, Sammy claim he like chowder
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Nostrils are allowed to scream white power
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Overdose in a quince then detox, she rocks
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Got em sweating like they inhaling on she cops
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And we the drug, and we the drug, and we the drug
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Bitch I'm high as fuck, just let it sing to you
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[Verse 3: Domo]
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I stay in the sky so there's no way you can get fly as me
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Niggas wish that some point in theyre life they will get high as me
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Never though, got 'em going through the roof with hella smoke
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With towels under the door hoping no one outside smell the dro
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Fuck it, I'm blazieing up, bad bitch craving dust
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So I passed it to her with last in juicey before waking up
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Strong dank leave your main bitches with throat aches
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One of em half bakeing, half dressed cause her clothes stank
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Rolling paper skills, it's the time I showcase
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So rush down, bitches want a star beat like old babes
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Where Divon at? Cause he can Zieir too
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Big Cam blowing, you can even call Lyonal
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Tyler dog, hit it once for the game
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Give it to Hodgy Beats then dish it off to the Brain
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My eyes heavy, someone give me a orange juice
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Louie V shades so my thoughts don't support you
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Thoughts decreases, hungry bowls on my torso
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Paper plate or paper plane, can I please aboard you, you, you
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Uh, ayo Vyron, light that one
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[Brigde]
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Kush, coke, X, mushroom
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I'm high as fuck
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[Verse 4: Tyler]
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I'm Atheist, so I let the blunt bless her
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Higher then a fat nigger bitch blood pressure
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On the dresser is the kush compressor
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That four cents of bags of fluorescent flower pedals
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Take a hit of this shit, inviting some
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Bitches over to the crib, take a sniff, feeling numb
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Baby girl, this is love, mixed with coke
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And the eighty proof is in the pudding, so is a pint of cum
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This is fun, don't you even try to run
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Get you high, get you drunk, oh wait, your not even real
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This is fake, snow white is in my nasal
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I don't even think I'm able, the shimmy passed the table
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Without tripping on cables, me and Travis crying
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Earl is probably dying, Sedrick licking walls
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And all of us tripping balls, Hodgy Beats in a trance
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I'm in a submissive stance, I'm not fucking playing
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When I say call the ambulance, shit
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Call the fucking ambulance
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I can't feel me, call the.. I can't fucking breath
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I'm not fucking.. this isn't.. What the fuck is this he..
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Yo call the ambulance, my heart is |