Lung Punch
演唱：Travell LynchSmoking on this PR!
Old school stoner shit
Pink hair in that hello kitty im in a mothership
In the bay smoking cookies like Berner
Rolling green in white papers
Joints so big we light em with lasers
Used too hard times, different flavor onions really easing my mind
Sit in silence whenever Im fried
Chocolate haze got me feeling NY
OG got me feeling Easty in my LA slides
Great weed & sunsets really peace in my eyes
Watch waves crash against the rocks slows down time
Or it could be this Indica that’s whooping my ass, in the liquor store staring at the chips in the back but my ***** got EBT, go to her crib & eat her kids snacks
Like **** them babies!
Take they mama in the back
Ima **** this lady
Then she make tacos as I light up a J
Her oldest boy 17 with green thumbs
Mama don’t know but I give him weed on the low!
Grab a couple tacos, then hit the road
Fien’s ain’t go serve they self ***** I gotta!
Can’t exhale without a cough from this lung punch
Hit so hard like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks
Im way Too high to worry about dumb ****s
Take a ride with me
Knee on the wheel down the freeway
Ima roll mine, twist yours your own way!
We ain’t gotta say a word
Let the beat play as we light up the herb
Old school stoner shit
Pink hair in that hello kitty im in a mothership
In the bay smoking cookies like Berner
Rolling green in white papers
Joints so big we light em with lasers
Used too hard times, different flavor onions really easing my mind
Sit in silence whenever Im fried
Chocolate haze got me feeling NY
OG got me feeling Easty in my LA slides
Great weed & sunsets really peace in my eyes
Watch waves crash against the rocks slows down time
Or it could be this Indica that’s whooping my ass, in the liquor store staring at the chips in the back but my ***** got EBT, go to her crib & eat her kids snacks
Like **** them babies!
Take they mama in the back
Ima **** this lady
Then she make tacos as I light up a J
Her oldest boy 17 with green thumbs
Mama don’t know but I give him weed on the low!
Grab a couple tacos, then hit the road
Fien’s ain’t go serve they self ***** I gotta!
Can’t exhale without a cough from this lung punch
Hit so hard like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks
Im way Too high to worry about dumb ****s
Take a ride with me
Knee on the wheel down the freeway
Ima roll mine, twist yours your own way!
We ain’t gotta say a word
Let the beat play as we light up the herb