[Hook]
Hello, hello, hello how you feeling?
Psilocybin got me on the motherfuckin’ ceiling
She wanna lick me coz she peep the logo on my linen
N if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
John Stockton with the wrist
John Doe if I’m missing
And not to mention my old bitch be all up in my mentions
N I just want the conversation
Fuck the competition
I’m smokin’ where I wanna
I do not need no permission
Fuck you and yo whole existence
[Verse 1]
I got too much on my plate
I wake up smokin’ bomb
And my bitch got too much ass
So shout out to her moms
Twistin’, rollin’ up a plane
I can’t even complain, smokin’ wit yo bitch
Got that hoe wheezin’, no Lil Waynе
In the city chillin’, sippin’ drink
Double cup, purple paint
Pat Ron bе doin’ Pat Ron
Don’t give a fuck what you heard or think
Got bitches bringin’ down my dank
I just hit a juug, finna cash out
Make a smooth trip to the bank
I do the shit that you can’t
I’m on some shit that you ain’t
She slide through, she gon’ ride the wood
Then I make the bitch walk the plank
And I’m smoking gas, straight jet fuel
But it can’t melt steel frames
God damn I do my thing
Smoke blunts back to back to my brain
She made me cum the moment she came
[Hook]
Hello, hello, hello how you feeling?
Psilocybin got me on the motherfuckin’ ceiling
She wanna lick me coz she peep the logo on my linen
N if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
John Stockton with the wrist
John Doe if I’m missing
And not to mention my old bitch be all up in my mentions
N I just want the conversation
Fuck the competition
I’m smokin’ where I wanna
I do not need no permission
Fuck you and yo whole existence
Hello, hello how you feeling?
Psilocybin got me on the motherfuckin’ ceiling
She wanna lick me coz she peep the logo on my linen
N if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
John Stockton with the wrist
John Doe if I’m missing
And not to mention my old bitch be all up in my mentions
N I just want the conversation
Fuck the competition
I’m smokin’ where I wanna
I do not need no permission
Fuck you and yo whole existence
[Verse 2]
What the fuck these niggas smokin’
I’m skatin’, cruisin’ and coastin’
Hit for three if I’m open
Or dunk it, DeMar DeRozan
We peep them niggas thats posin’
Most of these niggas posers
Soon as I’m back in Brooklyn
Smoke packs with my nigga Costa
Might just go hit the bodega for chopped cheese and a soda
Far from a diplomat
I roll weed up on my diploma
I’m smokin’ smelly aroma
Medical marijuana
Man I done smoked in New York, Colorado and California
No flexin’ but up in Texas, I promise we got the ganja
Get the pack in El Paso from Mexico, Tijuana
No brick weed, no stick seeds, niggas, they envy
Gold caps [?]
Bitch I’m makin’ my ends meet
[Hook]
Hello, hello, hello how you feeling?
Psilocybin got me on the motherfuckin’ ceiling
She wanna lick me coz she peep the logo on my linen
N if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
John Stockton with the wrist
John Doe if I’m missing
And not to mention my old bitch be all up in my mentions
N I just want the conversation
Fuck the competition
I’m smokin’ where I wanna
I do not need no permission
Fuck you and yo whole existence
Hello, hello how you feeling?
Psilocybin got me on the motherfuckin’ ceiling
She wanna lick me coz she peep the logo on my linen
N if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
John Stockton with the wrist
John Doe if I’m missing
And not to mention my old bitch be all up in my mentions
N I just want the conversation
Fuck the competition
I’m smokin’ where I wanna
I do not need no permission
Fuck you and yo whole existence
