Smoke Me a Pound
[Verse 1: SONIC FRMTHEWEST]
Sonic
I’m in the back, smoking that gas
Serving, relaxed
Holding up bag, I’m in my bag
Throwing them slaps, Oreo cap, Tory on bap
I’m just a killa, talking on winners
I never filler, tell me don’t sip up
Pour me the liquor, with a cold trigger
Saying hello, to my real ones
We chilling, we smashing, tout taxing, real classy
Toe tagging, foreign rallies
Bitch don’t say shit, bout my playlist
I’m on gang shit
Straight Scarface for you Marley’s, I take Molly
To calm me down, this so real now, told you don’t frown
Smoke me a pound
[Chorus: Konflict]
I went and got me a 40
I got that pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that shit to the homies
I got that white, got it on me (aye)
I went and got me a 40 (yeah)
I got that pack, got it on mе (aye)
Slangin’ that shit to the homies
I got that whitе, got it one me (aye)
[Verse 2: Konlfict]
I went collected a pack, I don’t go out without Mac 10
Imma pull up with a rack, I might go waste it on my friends
Set on the scene with a dime bag, I keep that chevy by my lap
I keep that blunt lit forever, I need a spot in Coachella
Pull up in black, hoody sweater, I might come to your town and make cheddar
I got an ounce in my leatherman, who you know that do it better
No one
I went and got me a 40, I got that pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that shit to the homies
I got that white, got it one me
I went and got me a 40, I got the pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that shit to the homies
[Verse 3: Elisiax]
Yeah smoke me a pound, the dank coming loud
Head on the moon and it’s spinning by noon
Sticky the weed, n***a planting the seed
Run it by Tooney, yeah white got the ski’s
Bitches all up on my steeze, got her to down on her knees
Begging to re-up and barter to please
Got her hopping like fleas, to my n***as in three’s
Loading my wood up with mulch and with tree’s
Locking it up, where the keys n***a
Hiding my stash and my cheese n***as
The bakers in dozens, my ice is on customs, I’m fucking ya cousin
Then ghost like the Dutchman, yeah
Straight from the pound (pound)
Yeah I’m a dog and she call me a hound (hound)
Can’t touch my sound (sound)
‘Bout my n***as, I’m loading and popping the rounds (rounds)
From the mud and the mound (mound)
Lead my pack to the table I’m buying the rounds (rounds)
Counting in pounds, I’m a fable
The story, the end that’s what counts, yah
Sonic
I’m in the back, smoking that gas
Serving, relaxed
Holding up bag, I’m in my bag
Throwing them slaps, Oreo cap, Tory on bap
I’m just a killa, talking on winners
I never filler, tell me don’t sip up
Pour me the liquor, with a cold trigger
Saying hello, to my real ones
We chilling, we smashing, tout taxing, real classy
Toe tagging, foreign rallies
Bitch don’t say shit, bout my playlist
I’m on gang shit
Straight Scarface for you Marley’s, I take Molly
To calm me down, this so real now, told you don’t frown
Smoke me a pound
[Chorus: Konflict]
I went and got me a 40
I got that pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that shit to the homies
I got that white, got it on me (aye)
I went and got me a 40 (yeah)
I got that pack, got it on mе (aye)
Slangin’ that shit to the homies
I got that whitе, got it one me (aye)
[Verse 2: Konlfict]
I went collected a pack, I don’t go out without Mac 10
Imma pull up with a rack, I might go waste it on my friends
Set on the scene with a dime bag, I keep that chevy by my lap
I keep that blunt lit forever, I need a spot in Coachella
Pull up in black, hoody sweater, I might come to your town and make cheddar
I got an ounce in my leatherman, who you know that do it better
No one
I went and got me a 40, I got that pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that shit to the homies
I got that white, got it one me
I went and got me a 40, I got the pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that shit to the homies
[Verse 3: Elisiax]
Yeah smoke me a pound, the dank coming loud
Head on the moon and it’s spinning by noon
Sticky the weed, n***a planting the seed
Run it by Tooney, yeah white got the ski’s
Bitches all up on my steeze, got her to down on her knees
Begging to re-up and barter to please
Got her hopping like fleas, to my n***as in three’s
Loading my wood up with mulch and with tree’s
Locking it up, where the keys n***a
Hiding my stash and my cheese n***as
The bakers in dozens, my ice is on customs, I’m fucking ya cousin
Then ghost like the Dutchman, yeah
Straight from the pound (pound)
Yeah I’m a dog and she call me a hound (hound)
Can’t touch my sound (sound)
‘Bout my n***as, I’m loading and popping the rounds (rounds)
From the mud and the mound (mound)
Lead my pack to the table I’m buying the rounds (rounds)
Counting in pounds, I’m a fable
The story, the end that’s what counts, yah