flickin' ashes

yeah

swisher sweets

no phillies

yeah

me i'm riding clean

smoking good

can barely keep my eyes open

listening to my favorite song

leaning in my ride chokin'

tell my dog to hit this weed

feel like i'mma pass out

thought i had exclusive trees

until he pulled his bag out

had bout a half ounce

some shit i've 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 them very nice

with smoke coming 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 staus

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"