CHRONIC Lyrics

Bitch I smoke loud, bitch I toke up on the gas

Bitch I got chronic, in the spliff that I be passing

To the left side, my friend here is matching

Getting hella lit, hotboxing, yeah

We gassing

Skywalker OG

Got my eyes magnetic,

Thoughts up in my mind,

Disappear it feels hectic,

Smokin on that strong

Smoking on some electric

Tangy fuckin weed,

Pearled blunt roll

Perfected

I been a stoner

Since I was 18

Still smoking strong enough

That I stop to daydream

Potheads in my clique

Greened out is my team

We love that Mary Jane

Smoking on that high-end weed

I buy it by the pound

Dark purple

Skunky funky shit

Got my fingers sticky

Got my brain turning

Illiterate

I stay smoking loud

Did I say that?

Must reiterate

That I got the best weed

Out here in

The fifty states

Got me in a nifty state

Stoned as fuck and floating

People on the street walking

Up as if they know me

Asking for a hit of mine

Or saying that they're blowing

Better shit than I got

One hit just leaves them going

"Oh my god, this shit fire,

How much for an eighth?"

I tell them ten dollars

And they get a shocked face

I get it for the low

And I flip it at a rate

That I make my profit back

But they still wanna bake

Bitch I smoke loud, bitch I toke up on the gas

Bitch I got chronic, in the spliff that I be passing

To the left side, my friend here is matching

Getting hella lit, hotboxing, yeah

We gassing

Skywalker OG

Got my eyes magnetic,

Thoughts up in my mind,

Disappear it feels hectic,

Smokin on that strong

Smoking on some electric

Tangy fuckin weed,

Pearled blunt roll

Perfected