Flickin' Ashes Lyrics

ya
swisher sweets no phillies
me, im riding clean, smoking good,
can barely keep my eyes open
listenin to my favorite song,
leanin in my ride chokin
tell my dawg to hit this weed
feel like im .... pass out
thought i had exclusive trees
until he pulled his bag out
..., a half ounce,
some shit i never seen in life
said that once he bagged it smelled so bad he had to bag it twice
i told him roll that shit up
this weed i had to light
these clowns somewhere in the clouds
me, i'm a satellite
i roll them very nice
wit smoke comin out the end
like a muffler got game from the hustler,
never said im gon' quit,
i can't get enough of good weed in my lungs
plus im sure i aint coughin
my eyes are wired shut,
im just starin sayin nothin
i flick ashes,
got big status
so i don't need a dime,
i got big baggage bitch
ya i blow it by the zip,
anywhere i go it's on the road
on every trip,
ask my nini, love her grandson,
but she know that ima trip
got my habit from this beachy,
smokin roaches, gettin lit
now i fill my blunts with so much weed,
they say that all ain't gon' fit (ya)
on some holly-grown shit (shit),
wit a holly-boy-bitch,
got the sweetest purple kush
in a precisely rolled spliff
hot as john in pulp fic, (pulp fic)
on the way to see marcellus' girl
i'm in another world (world)
and chevy got another twirl, (twirl)
for those who don't know, (what)
he got the roll-game, (roll-game)
and i ain't gonna lie,
he the reason why i got my roll-game (roll-game)
feel like i'm soul plane (soul plane)
i smoke the whole thing (ya)
pound or o-z (o-z)
kush fiend, purple master OG

(ya that's a little bita kush talk for yall niggas who might not comprehend)

and every nigga that grow weed should know me,
my leather so soft,
my swisher so sweet BITCH

(ya, this young khalifa man,
mr. blow it by the iddo, yup,
and i been state to state man,
from here to there,
smoke the best of the best, you know?
so don't come runnin up on me
talkin' bout your good ass weed my nigga,
i don't give a fuck
i got some good shit right here, ya
watup chevy
all my niggas that smoke good
you know who you are
bobay the hustler,
lavish,
kavish,
watup blaze,
reese murray,
KU, Wako, watup
all my niggas that blow it down man,
we be in every state man, heavy wit it,
even all my niggas that can't smoke -
watup stevie,
watup light,
ima twist 3 up for you, ya
we get dumb-stupid ass high over here man,
my niggas smokin garbage
i'm rollin me a whole week's worth,
in one blunt, you know?
and that's just to get a little high,
i'm smokin all day
i been, i-
o's in portland, oregan, right?
and i buy big zips of this shit,
you know what i'm sayin
like, i don't be coppin little, low,
or none of that
and this bag of weed was purple,
like, real purple kush, grapes
shoutout to all my niggas in the bay
that know about them grapes
we're smokin grapes out there,
and it was great
i'll be in cali,
OG Kush,
Master Kush,
Purple Kush,
Mega Kush,
Super Silver
These sound like comic book names, man
shit ya'll niggas can't get your hands on
I be higher than a bitch
I be focused though, you know?
Lot of ya'll niggas would go broke tryin to do this shit
Ay chevy, roll another one up man
Chevy got that roll-game ya'll niggas don't even know about
Kick your whole chest back,
like uh, uh, monkey punch, huhuhuhuh, ya)