[Intro: AYEKAY]

Yo, yo... Smoke one bitch
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: AYEKAY]

Walking in with a rude bitch and a pound full of dank
Fuck what you think, I be smoking on that gas, and I got a full tank
Hit it fast then pass cause I don't like me a lame
That be holding my shit with the laggy laggy
Shwaggy waggy, pack you a baggy
For a fuck boy like you, skimp you I might do
And used the cash the you gave me to buy me some sprite too
'Fore I mix it in Styrofoam, trust me boy you ain't on the level I am on
Im a rhyming diamond, you the type of dude to wear a shirt with a logo that's been ironed on
Plus you probably shop at hot topic too, while me and my boys smoking on that tropical
Might cop me a zip, but I know i'd rather not, cause I know it'd probably last like a day or two, ungh
Lighting up like a jay or two, getting hella ripped like terry crews
Quite scary what that weed can do when you smoke it dubiously like we will do
When you kick it with me, down the 118, yeah now im 18, so I buy that blunt
Down the 405, four or five of us
Go and tell my roll dog, roll it up!
While I got tint high, smoking on that fi-ya bitch I am a demon
Pass the fuego to my Latin chick, she like 'si mon'
Fucking with that lil' bitch shit then be gone
Smoking and choking and hitting that pot
Mama be saying that I gotta stop, but I'm not
Cause..

[Hook: AYEKAY]

Smoking these trees is a disease
Bubonic chronic, yeah
Bubonic chronic, yeah
If you ain't with it, get on it, on it
Cause if you ain't on it, i'll put you on it
Don't trip homie, it'll take one moment
We gon' flaunt it you know, cause.. (x2)

[Verse 2: AYEKAY]

Put you at ease, lil' soldier put your shoulders down
No drive-by's, just drive-thru's, double double, number one at In-N-Out
In and out we go, floating in and out of consciousness
What you 'bout? We know, ain't no snow, but it's still Christmas
Trees all up in my motherfucking radius
Play this shit on radio or bang it in ya whip
If's it's eighty for a quarter then I'm hesitant to order
But if I do, it better be some dank ass shit
The dank it stank, and to be frank, I'm blowed
That mean I'm not straight, but doesn't mean homo
My rank is past 9, I light it with bee line
Helix rips make ya boy lungs go flat line, ungh
Wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi with that fucking dabber
Watch the smoke rise, that gooey green matter
All that bullshit you be talking, man it don't even matter
Only making blunts fatter, feel like I'm the mad hatter
Cause I'm in wonderland, but my mouth feel like Nevada
Dry as fuck, can I have an Arizona?
Go head tell homie to roll a zoner
Smoking and choking and fucking packing a bowl
While im smoking a bowl, getting hella high is the goal
This is my hella high flow, and my rhythm is gold
And my dro is frosty like flaky cereal
And it's all - up, in my motherfucking bowl, ho
And I go go, kinda like a green light
And I keep the team right, blow rings like Frodo, indo tuck you in, night night
Alright?

[HOOK]

[Outro: AYEKAY]

YEAH I'm smoking dank, (YEAH-YEAH-YEAH) YEAH I'm smoking good
(YEAH-YEAH-YEAH) Yeah, I know, I should stop, but you think I would?(YEAH-YEAH-YEAH)
Puffin a wood and I'm feeling real good, and I'm chilling in hood and I'm doing my biz
Handling a bitch, smacking that shit, contract killer cause you know I hit