[Chorus: DJ Paul & TWHY]
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Where my fuckin' smokers at?
[Verse 1: Berner]
I got all this work comin'
Big Bern' grab bags by the hunnids
I brought the cash, yeah, I'm try'na grab somethin'
I'm in the back of the Maybach stuntin'
I'm in the back of the Maybach smokin'
Pretty bitch took a hit, start chokin'
All this shit on my wrist keep glowin'
And the zeros in my bank keep growin'
I smoke vibes, I don't roll no woods, I get high
Man, this shit's so good I had to take me a pack
My boy wanted Q.P., just throw me a stack
Grabbed a cookie tray, rolled me a bag
I'm too took with a dab of Pound Cake and a bag of Blue Cook (Blue Cook)
Cracked a forty too, we don't need no chaser
Menu master, king of the flavors
I'mma a O.G. smoker, Bern' been blowin'
I'm still up North with the big plants growin'
Heart keep beatin' like I just did powder
Naw, that's Lemonade, back to the Sour
Yeah, we gave you Cherry Pie, Sherb, and a Cookie
The cops pulled me over but today they ain't book me
I got so high, forgot to pay my bookie
I smoke one more and fell asleep on the pussy
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Smoked up, [?] out, all my homies passed out
Where my fuckin' smokers at?
[Verse 1: Berner]
I got all this work comin'
Big Bern' grab bags by the hunnids
I brought the cash, yeah, I'm try'na grab somethin'
I'm in the back of the Maybach stuntin'
I'm in the back of the Maybach smokin'
Pretty bitch took a hit, start chokin'
All this shit on my wrist keep glowin'
And the zeros in my bank keep growin'
I smoke vibes, I don't roll no woods, I get high
Man, this shit's so good I had to take me a pack
My boy wanted Q.P., just throw me a stack
Grabbed a cookie tray, rolled me a bag
I'm too took with a dab of Pound Cake and a bag of Blue Cook (Blue Cook)
Cracked a forty too, we don't need no chaser
Menu master, king of the flavors
I'mma a O.G. smoker, Bern' been blowin'
I'm still up North with the big plants growin'
Heart keep beatin' like I just did powder
Naw, that's Lemonade, back to the Sour
Yeah, we gave you Cherry Pie, Sherb, and a Cookie
The cops pulled me over but today they ain't book me
I got so high, forgot to pay my bookie
I smoke one more and fell asleep on the pussy