Wedding Cake Lyrics

I like my weed fruity, every hit tastes like candy

Smokin' blunts like a loosey, pre rolls come in handy

A trip to outer space, is how this fuckin' blunt feel

Blunts to the face, wedding cake in this bluntville

I like my weed fruity, every hit tastes like candy

Smokin' blunts like a loosey, pre rolls come in handy

A trip to outer space, is how this fuckin' blunt feel

Blunts to the face, wedding cake in this bluntville

Smokin' organic gas, is a motherfuckin' blessing

Cookie dipped in hash, is another fuckin' dressing

Roll it up in keef, now I'm smokin' moon rocks

Shit put me to sleep, mind in the boondocks

This shit hit hard, I can't stop coughin'

Runnin' through cigars, got koba too exhausted

Pass it to the left, don't fuck up rotation

I'll smoke it by myself, middle finger to probation

Put the cookie in the pie, you'll think I'm gainin' weight

I got cookie in my eye, nigga kush is all I taste

I'm finna tie the knot, koba down on one knee

Koba love to smoke a lot, apes love exotic weed

I like my weed fruity, every hit tastes like candy

Smokin' blunts like a loosey, pre rolls come in handy

A trip to outer space, is how this fuckin' blunt feel

Blunts to the face, wedding cake in this bluntville

I like my weed fruity, every hit tastes like candy

Smokin' blunts like a loosey, pre rolls come in handy

A trip to outer space, is how this fuckin' blunt feel

Blunts to the face, wedding cake in this bluntville

Blowing pink cookies, some call it wedding cake

Koba ain't no rookie, the weed make me levitate,

Straight elevate, to the ninth cloud

I try to turn it down, but the weed too loud

Pre rolls for the ride, I ain't rollin' up shit

You know koba high, cause my ass can't spit

Bitch I stay lit, like the flame on a torch

Orange hairs, like the mane on a horse

Cake nugs green, but it's covered in frosting

Buds like a coffee bean, but it's not from boston

Smokin' dirt is a tragedy, I'ma keep you in my prayers

Purp in the gravel leaf, the weed come in flavors

The weed come in flavors

I like my weed fruity, every hit tastes like candy

Smokin' blunts like a loosey, pre rolls come in handy

A trip to outer space, is how this fuckin' blunt feel

Blunts to the face, wedding cake in this bluntville