Smokin' W Dad Lyrics

Haha, yuh

Ay, you know it's D.a.D

Dedication and Divinity

Hit it, hit it, hit it

Ay, ay

Come alive and get the bag then you smoke it up with dad

Realest shit you ever had

Sour diesel be the gas, yeah

Get the green and get the cash, yeah

Come alive and get the bag

Packing bowls and ripping dabs

Getting turned up off the gas

Green weed and greener cash, yeah

Now you smoking up with dad, yeah, yeah

Blunts, bongs, papes and vapes

Cooling to some vintage Drake

Filling up my cup with drank

Mix it up and turn it pink

Cup of Courvoisier, gallon of Henny

Good times, no breaks, lit waves, we got plenty

Turn up, no turn down, this chill set's litacious

Twelve blunts in rotation, this loud is outrageous

I just wanna make a million, that's word to Meek

Watching anime with the squad, yeah we all geeks

Making moves and I keep it pithy

Focused on my chic

Took nine shots call my liver 50, now I'm geeked

Watch me do the math, nigga

Puff it, puff it, pass, nigga

Twisting up some gas, nigga

Take a drag then do a dab

Come alive and get the bag then you smoke it up with dad

Realest shit you ever had

Sour diesel be the gas, yeah

Get the green and get the cash, yeah

Come alive and get the bag

Packing bowls and ripping dabs

Getting turned up off the gas

Green weed and greener cash, yeah

Now you smoking up with dad, yeah, yeah

Puffing on that indigo, it's endo out the window

The music bumping and party popping like a fucking pimple

Keep it simple, cooling with my kin folk

Now I'm better than the best, you just somewhere in the middle

Up and down, this shit too wavy

Medic bud; that purple hazy

High as fuck from all this weed

Fuck cloud nine I'm on fifteen

Say it 'til I'm out of breath

Until my death, I'll count these checks

And pop these bands like these thotties pop they fucking pussies man

Back to the shits like I need to get my fix

Left hand on my cup, right hand on some tits

I'm saying aye, looking at her B's, and I think they C's

She want the D

I just took a E and let her F this G

Come alive and get the bag then you smoke it up with dad

Realest shit you ever had

Sour diesel be the gas, yeah

Get the green and get the cash, yeah

Come alive and get the bag

Packing bowls and ripping dabs

Getting turned up off the gas

Green weed and greener cash, yeah

Now you smoking up with dad, yeah, yeah

Roll up, spark up that loud pack we smoking

All about my coin like a pocket full of tokens

Hat to the back and the shit say dad

I'm out of my bag, just look at my swag

Puffing on loud, it be the dour smoke scented sour

This is the album