[Verse 1:] Yeah, g-shit And I ain't smokin' none of that unless the weed stick Bitch I'm in the zone and if I ever leave Fuck a jacket I'ma 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 don't smoke it on occasion, everyday is 4/20 All I do is flame shit, I don't 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 L's got twins blaze up! [Hook] Yeah, blaze up, lil' bitch blaze up So what the fuck blaze up, ugh, blaze up, kels Blaze up [Verse 2] 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 I'm livin' Back strokin' in yo girl, no swimmin' (Sorry) boy that's 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
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