J.Mal - B.I.C (Breathing Indo Cycle) Lyrics

Yeah
Smoke Some
Smoke Some
Pass That shit nigga
What's Happening
It's J.MAL
We in the air
Keep It Lit
We in the air
You are now
In tune
With the Breathing Indo Cycle

Roll the weed up
Ha
Somebody turn the beat up
Yeah
Aye
Somebody turn the beat up
Uh

No sticks no seeds
Roll the weed and turn the music up
I think we blew about
Four eights between the two of us
Boy, this that smoke session
It's litty in the smoke box
Record and got iconic vocals
Spit like the barrels hot
Puff, puff, pass nigga
Cough until you choke
It's three different type of strains in the blunts that I roll
Plus the homies got the grade A, can't
Puff on no sus weed
Oh if you really need the plug on it
I got what you need
Frosty freeze Gelato, Berry Sherbert with the frosted leaves
Jack Frost, Jack Herron, Purple Haze, Lemon D
O-G Kush, Super Silver Haze, HD
Hiiii
Definition
I'm too high to over look g
Rookies with them baby lungs, fall asleep
Find some covers to get underneath
Lil niggas you know how it be
When a nigga who don't put in
Be the first to say
To pass to me
Not happening
Break bread and roll the weed up

Roll that weed up
Somebody turn the beat up
Roll the weed up
Roll the weed up
Somebody turn the beat up
Turn the Beat up
Roll the weed Up
Roll the weed up
Okay Okay

Roll one with me
Inhale, exhale
Be one
Be free
Puff, puff, puff, pass I breath
A cloud of smoke
B-I-C, -I-C
Smoke Sum
Burn One
Two with me
Inhale, Exhale
Be one be free
Puff, puff, puff pass I breathe
A cloud of smoke
It's Litty
B-I-C

Ahhh, an awesome day
What a great night
You see I
Chillin in the wave
Like a great white
I take flight
Higher than your attire
No stage fright
The stage lights
Energize my wave
My fan wave, hype
A high kite
Acting like play
Staged, playwright my days
Dreaming at night
A spitter they can't surpress
Hard work invested daylight
Planted a seed to bear ya fruit
Spread it amongst ya people
Peace no evil then declare my yout
Forever I declare that true
JJ in the air I'm coming down like a parachute
Wanna see me now
But right nah
A nigga in the booth
She text me in a hour
Four Play
Then I catch and shoot
Put ten digits around her torso
Gordo
Niggas at chyo' neck for queso pollo
Gas
All of the people of my family
Royal, Loyal
Forces hating want to take my soil
I'm boiling like I'm at my highest point
I'm rolling a fire joint
Or rolling woods
I be smoking oils
Passionate
Eye turn red like a chamber coil
Now I'm blowing out some vapors
Three Kings A God's Gift
In organic papers
I be smoking like I'm in Jamaica
Bong
Trees smoke, like an Al Queda
Hella mad I need my cookies now
A monster
And I'm only like this when I'm in a drought
Tundra, treeless
Give me that grinder boy I need this
Doobie in a ashtray
Devin the Dude up in my speakers
Shawty turn that volume up & come
And sit right next to me
So we can vibe and roll this weed up
Bihh

Somebody turn the beat up
Roll the weed up
Somebody turn the beat up
Roll the weed up
Yeah
Somebody turn the beat up
Yeah
Roll the weed up
Yeah
Somebody turn the beat up
Turn the beat up

Yeah
Uh
J.MAL
Vibin Out
Yeah

You are now in tune
With the Breathing Indo Cycle