Often Spaced - Pot Luck Lyrics

We blowin o's, let the smoke dance
Inhaling, exhaling with no hands
I go to ash it, hear my gold chains
My eyes be Asian but I'm so France
Roll up the sticky, pair it with some sushi
Write verses on my phone and ditch the loose leaf
I light it up like snoop and lil tunechi
Sip gin and juice and now I'm chillin loosely
But I love pot
All my homies know how to roll, calling deuce, and they grow my stock
I'm a grower and a shower, ask ya girl I bet she knows my spot
She like the green and we got it, you ain't bout it homie
Oh my gosh
On my squad
I jus a wanna baddie and little mixture
Like 50 thousand likes on all her pictures
I wanna ounce of bud, a 5th of liquor
To take this broad into the 6th dimension
I mention, a little birdie tweeting
We gon hit this, so Is it
The bud or butt of her, i isn't listening
I wish that, I could post an image while I hit that
But In fact, I don't want the world up in my business
But I love pot