Yeah!
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
Listen, Listen
Okay
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
New Golf New Gloss new paint
Bend the corner whiff the smell of some dank
I love the city universe I gotta thank
In the hills niggas climbin up the rank
Hollywood swingin
I prolly wouldn't say it
Something blue in my pocket
But a nigga ain't bangin
You actin outta pocket
Like zips I was slangin
If it ain't 5 by the G
I wasn't payin
Loiter for the longest
My shit the bombest
Niggas always Ask
Where I get my chronic
F*ck a shops they a too showy
I rather cop the pack from da homies
I ain't ya bro ski
If ya homie don't know me
In too deep
Don't get caught with out your floaties
Head on he swivel watching out for the bogies
Sailing on these LA streets like I'm boating
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
Kush be the pheromone, nigga
Welcome to the terror dome
Keep the click steady, yeah
Life is like a metronome
So far this the best that I've ever owned
The industry is ran by thots, fame whores and Gucci clones
Remember Smoking roaches
Putting keif on top of ash
Now I need turkey bags
To go cop the gas
Breaking layers off of onions
So you don't need to ask
Don't even laugh
I'm litcherally a walking secret stash box
Congregate wit starseeds and have nots
Out the park Madlock
Out the gate padlock
New coup rag top
Driving model cars shits lit
Like Matchbox
That coke got yo ass stuck up
Like capslock
King of a the phaneron
Last night I had a dream I smoked a blunt with Farrakhan
I'm blessed from Detroit
To Lebanon
Catch me backstage
Twisting joints like an ampersand
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
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Yeah!
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
Listen, Listen
Okay
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
New Golf New Gloss new paint
Bend the corner whiff the smell of some dank
I love the city universe I gotta thank
In the hills niggas climbin up the rank
Hollywood swingin
I prolly wouldn't say it
Something blue in my pocket
But a nigga ain't bangin
You actin outta pocket
Like zips I was slangin
If it ain't 5 by the G
I wasn't payin
Loiter for the longest
My shit the bombest
Niggas always Ask
Where I get my chronic
F*ck a shops they a too showy
I rather cop the pack from da homies
I ain't ya bro ski
If ya homie don't know me
In too deep
Don't get caught with out your floaties
Head on he swivel watching out for the bogies
Sailing on these LA streets like I'm boating
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
Kush be the pheromone, nigga
Welcome to the terror dome
Keep the click steady, yeah
Life is like a metronome
So far this the best that I've ever owned
The industry is ran by thots, fame whores and Gucci clones
Remember Smoking roaches
Putting keif on top of ash
Now I need turkey bags
To go cop the gas
Breaking layers off of onions
So you don't need to ask
Don't even laugh
I'm litcherally a walking secret stash box
Congregate wit starseeds and have nots
Out the park Madlock
Out the gate padlock
New coup rag top
Driving model cars shits lit
Like Matchbox
That coke got yo ass stuck up
Like capslock
King of a the phaneron
Last night I had a dream I smoked a blunt with Farrakhan
I'm blessed from Detroit
To Lebanon
Catch me backstage
Twisting joints like an ampersand
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
Listen, Listen
Okay
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
New Golf New Gloss new paint
Bend the corner whiff the smell of some dank
I love the city universe I gotta thank
In the hills niggas climbin up the rank
Hollywood swingin
I prolly wouldn't say it
Something blue in my pocket
But a nigga ain't bangin
You actin outta pocket
Like zips I was slangin
If it ain't 5 by the G
I wasn't payin
Loiter for the longest
My shit the bombest
Niggas always Ask
Where I get my chronic
F*ck a shops they a too showy
I rather cop the pack from da homies
I ain't ya bro ski
If ya homie don't know me
In too deep
Don't get caught with out your floaties
Head on he swivel watching out for the bogies
Sailing on these LA streets like I'm boating
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
I came in with the band
We baking shit
Gone put away them xans
This the ISS
We never planned to land
Kush be the pheromone, nigga
Welcome to the terror dome
Keep the click steady, yeah
Life is like a metronome
So far this the best that I've ever owned
The industry is ran by thots, fame whores and Gucci clones
Remember Smoking roaches
Putting keif on top of ash
Now I need turkey bags
To go cop the gas
Breaking layers off of onions
So you don't need to ask
Don't even laugh
I'm litcherally a walking secret stash box
Congregate wit starseeds and have nots
Out the park Madlock
Out the gate padlock
New coup rag top
Driving model cars shits lit
Like Matchbox
That coke got yo ass stuck up
Like capslock
King of a the phaneron
Last night I had a dream I smoked a blunt with Farrakhan
I'm blessed from Detroit
To Lebanon
Catch me backstage
Twisting joints like an ampersand
Doobie in fist
Iced water left hand
Nigga I don't pass
Writer: Darryl Barnes
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid