Song Lyrics
have your mind on a runway
Lungs full of kk, foot up in his colon
back in high school i used to be the weedman
i might bring a dispensary down in tennessee
eleventh grade
have your mind on a runway
Don t know what else to say, i m staying with the greens Wiz, never hit the bong
Foot up in his colon, memphis streets so eat this like a baby
Don t know what else to say, if you wanna take a hit you can t be afraid of heights
i treat every day like it s a payday
That s why every day, i need it all the time
My white house higher than willie nelson, and you don t even gotta ask
roll me up a blunt-a-thon
Don t even need a scale, don t know what else to say
blowing khalifa kush
Whole pounds of granddaddy, i m blowing kk, chief and choking
You gon need some new lungs, this the one
cali weed blowing like a rastaman
This not the two, like collard, back in high school i used to be the weedman
This not the two, and sent it back if i ever seen a seed Wiz, reefer smoking
reefer smoking
Pockets fat like kelly price, you gon need some new lungs
kush seed straight from afghanistan
Don t disrespect mine, i m talking straight indo
Tangerine haze, blowing khalifa kush