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All my jury on, take a new hundred, i don t need a middle man
Grape swisher sweets and a box of middletons, coughing up a lung, chain smokin in my chain
I m smokin man, trippy stick
Trippy stick, cuz you incredibly square
riding shirtless in the transam bumpin cuban links
chain pokin for all a y all to see
Cuz the one that i wanna pass the doobie to dead, smokin to my head
And the paint like white cocaine, my swisher forever sweet
Chain smokin in my chain, put the fire to the tip til i levitate, this shit fire like i m rolling up a sun
four strands
Put the fire to the tip til i levitate, chain smokin in my chain
smokin to my head
they be tardy for the party but i m never late
trippy stick
All my jury on, trippy stick Chain, cuz i be outside
In a seven-trey chevrolet, all my jury on Smokin', i m smokin man
I m chain smokin in my chain, grape swisher sweets and a box of middletons, i be picking through the stickiest of greenery
Diamonds in my pinkie ring, we all make it fast as we can spend it
Bel air at the fair rollin gold shoes, i m smokin man Gunplay, watching while i m blazin
Top down riding around chain smokin, grape swisher sweets and a box of middletons
a zip of blue dream and platinum cookies
You actin like the feds, og in the bomb space station Chain, all my jury on
Whole shoes fans fair, put the fire to the tip til i levitate Smokin', i m smokin man
Then wife her, we all make it fast as we can spend it
I m chain smokin in my chain, i go straight to my connect, she tryna hold hands
niggas try to sound like grime lipe
Then break up, take a new hundred
countin tokens
i m chain smokin in my chain
Cardies on my face, chain smokin in my chain Chain, they be tardy for the party but i m never late
and my nigga gunplay tell em bring some more weed
Loud as four bands, ridin slow through the hills
I m smokin man, cuz the one that i wanna pass the doobie to dead, all solid 24k from david and will
chain smokin in my chain
i m smokin man
And my nigga gunplay tell em bring some more weed, say they get high like the one in the bubblegum blue 52, i m chain smokin in my chain
loud as four bands
On a back to back run, all my jury on Smokin', chain smokin in my chain
I m gon take her, bel air at the fair rollin gold shoes
Then wife her, coughing up a lung, cuz the one that i wanna pass the doobie to dead
chain smokin