I’m a cigarello fiend smokin weed like its oxygen Roll a lot skunk, need some blunts, get two boxes in Goin to pull my stash, out rollin out this half ounce Puff pass, nigga I puff grass till I pass out
Rpt. 2X
Half ounce what I got to smoke up in some days Yeah I choke up and get blazed Eyes closed up and get glazed I’ll blow some in your face But you aint hitting nothin If Im in here I gotta smoke somethin nigga
Hook: Crack a swishy if I’m rollin up that good And we roll it by the O, yeah I know you wish you could Ain’t nothin funny gettin money like I should Anywhere I go niggas know I smokin good
Chorus: I’m smokin good Rpt 7X
Niggas know about what young Khalifa into Love to smoke out, a lot of reefer in him Get you skunked out, you know I’m street official When boys gotta problem, you should keep your issue I’m from Pistolvania, where them heaters hit you Out in California, where the weed official And you could tell that I’m a boss Don’t really gotta tell you that I’m smokin good, you smell it through the wall