take a whiff a that Lyrics

Shit take a whiff a that hitcha like a whiffle bat, uh

Take a pic a that spliff throw a zip in that Alleyway aristocrat came to get a hit a that, uh

I'm the big bad Wolfe blowin down the bag, aye

Goin down the hatch out for blood count drac, uh

Check the calendar rents comin I count that cash last time used a check the shit bounced back

Stashin a radioactive compaction of action

Light a match in this motherfucker hash in the bowl such a high I'm contractin immaculate smoke

I'm attachin the bowl after packin and than I'll be smackin that shit and than passin it

Straight class in the hot box gassin it

Full throttle never gonna stop my cabinets Freakin me out keep squeakin the house keep creakin the clowns keep creepin about, aye

Ima try to smoke the whole ounce today Keepin on keepin on count the days

I'm just tryna do my own thang

I could see this goin two ways

Introspective paranoid as shit

Tryna get blitzed off a joint or a spliff yeah I just bought weed from a twelve year old kid

The worlds gone crazy it might be better goin off grid, off the grid yeah

They wanna cock block the beat cuz when I fuck it up I tell em it's not up to me

Mixin matchin a magic potion to make heat

We gon bring it all the way around and repeat

Sittin here smokin a bowl a cup a coffees very necessary fa sho aye my two sense tell me not to go wit the flow what

The temp drop colder than the north pole Po po make the rounds so I don't go into town no more

Went around stayed low slow movin a pro

I been doin the most

Super humanly stoned

Only cruisin controllably, aye

Smooth as a comb

Through fresh brushed hair preparin to prepare the flair fuck the fair I don't ever go there to compare my world to the average person ain't fair but let's not take it there

I light up a pair of stogies

Couple cigarettes THC perogies

See my silhouette standin wit the homies, yeah with the homies

Day ones only shit son

Shit take a whiff a that hitcha like a whiffle bat, uh

Take a pic a that spliff throw a zip in that Alleyway aristocrat came to get a hit a that, uh

I'm the big bad Wolfe blowin down the bag, aye

Goin down the hatch out for blood count drac, uh

Check the calendar rents comin I count that cash last time used a check the shit bounced back

Stashin a radioactive compaction of action

Take a whiff a that, what

Take a whiff a that, aye

Like a whiffle bat careful it'll hitcha back throat might tickle that's part of the deal keep it real bring the beat back