Og am I duction, girls counting my swisher Glass switch with my white bitch, Backwards with my niggas, fresh zip of that sower I don’t need that liquor, twist that piff up with some wex, Pass the molly under your system, Super hot, super clean, cash who’s everything get the cream Purple tape, purple lean that grand daddy that purple lean Oz I’m in that... , go rolling with the high beams, Up early what a night scene, champagne in the lime green Ten bands in my rubber jeans, hustle smart I earn that But you call way we burn that, go hard don’t turn back, Super hot, I get your contact, zippin up she don't’ sime s** We smoke for real they grind that, Afghan but my house scrap.
Hook: Please tell me what you’re smoking on? You know you’re smoking on the Afghan All is that og kush, please tell em now that is not regi bush You can see the sower straight to the pout, Need hell of dutch and tree zips so loud, It was all a dream, smoking blue with the team Let me tell you what I’m smoking on.
Smoking on that kush, smoking on that kush That kush, that purp, that start track that curp Those cookies, that there, he’s bomb like back that I’m more weed kind of... Og of that booter Get that whap, get that gul up, Pinchy pounds is what I’m used to, Fuck with mine on my grind on my time I’m shoot you, What, you get to know I was a rider, What, you get to know I was a rider.
That’s that bomboo, we’re smoking on that bomboo We lockin that bomboo, you chokin on, we smoke.