Farmerz N Treez ft. JEFF K%NZ & Gr8Sky Lyrics

I need that Zaza Pachulia

Not that backyard boogie stuff

Selah

She got her nails done

To match the dunks

I just bought her

Prefer my strains

To have range

Like water colors

I took a fast from weed

But now I'm sparking up

Hittin' Stock for the re-up

When enough is enough

I properly conduct a session

With the ones I love

This pack was not vacuum sealed

This traveled straight

From the farm here

For real

It make me feel like eagles

In the sky

Fly

Gr8Thinkaz taking them bong rips

DIRYTE EVERYDAY

Rolling up J's

I might just fry some mushrooms

For the hunger pains

I thought you knew me well

I'm just planting seeds

For a cabbage patch

Smoother than the seats

In the Cadillac

I did have

I dig that super funky garden smell

Buds chunky like Ro-Tel

Held in high regard like Em Hotep

See I can't help it

Baby this is who I am

If yo pack is not that jam

Then I cannot link up for naan

I needs that piff

Can ya dig?

That piff

Can ya dig?

That piff

Can ya dig?

I can't help it

I needs that piff

Ganja aid in the regulation

I took drag

And now my mind racing

Lighting McQueen

Got me feeling like a King

If royalty was the occupation

What you abuse

I use for better conversation

Now I appreciate

A clean and clear bong

Cuz it gimme what I need

To leave crystals in my songs

Shit I'm smoking on

King of the jungle strong

It gave me tiger's eye

Now I look like Rae Dawn Chong

I ain't playin' with ya boa

Twenty eight grams in twenty four hours

That's a day chalk

Full of flowers

Til I'm rollin up them daisy's nigga

Me and my boys

Come in smelling like noise

How they still stay poised

My platform got me lookin

Like I'm walking on stilts

Lungs built for the pot

Like a kiln

Aw yeah

The tree kindling

Pass the joint back n forth

Like Wimbledon

l keep Mary close

Just like a sibling

See I can't help it

Baby this is who I am

If yo pack is not that jam

Then I cannot link up for naan

I needs that piff

Can ya dig?

That piff

Can ya dig?

That piff

Can ya dig?

I can't help it

I needs that piff

Aye

I just bust open some flower

Lemme get myself together

Imma need about a hour

My trees fleece white as snow

Oh so keify

Full of funkadelic

Can't out chief me

The bong breezy

As Victor Freeze in the cooler

Vivid imagination

Give Vivica cold shoulders

My Santa Cruz is black

I call him lawnmower

I remember putting towels under doors

Wearing shades

Hiding odors

Now I scavenge happily for

Icky Vicky

Her body green

Orange hairs

I think I'm Timmy

She wanna babysit me

I'm Weezy "Imma lettah"

Where the lighter

She deserve some shine

And a little medal (metal)

She got such mature petals

IMx

I don't mind hitting

The same strain twice

Like go home,

Roger that!

I renewed my prior pack

Eleven years been in tact

With little Miss Mary Mack

The grinder go clinky-clack

Roll up Fruit by the Foot

Bouquet got sativa stats

That's GR well in fact

Aye

I just bust open some flower

Lemme get myself together

Imma need about a hour

See I can't help it

Baby this is who I am

If yo pack is not that jam

Then I cannot link up for naan

I needs that piff

Can ya dig?

That piff

Can ya dig?

That piff

Can ya dig?

I can't help it

I needs that piff