Haha
D-DJ
Smoking crème man you already know
Hey Kenny

[Chorus]
Big dope (dope)
Smoke it out the bag (créme)
I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad (DJ)
Big dope (dope)
Big dope (dope)
I just smoked so much créme I got a lymph node (I can't breathe)
Big dope (DJ)
Smoke it out the bag (DJ)
I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad (dope)
Big dope (yup)
Big dope (haha)
Big dope (créme)
Big (woo!)

[Verse 1]
No baseball, you in a pickle
When you flip your shit can get fickle
I got two boys up to no good hope I don’t get caught in the middle
DJ so hot I won’t fizzle, will not need a pistol to say I’m official, ay
They think that he smoking crystal but it’s just big dope you can look at the crystals, ay
Down by the arm of the river and it’s time to harvest the crops of the winter, ay
Two feet of snow in the road it’s making it much harder for me to deliver (DJ)
Smoking on a Blake Griffin blunt, and you know that I seen the Clippers
Mass Ave we be deep as fuck, and tonight it will be a ripper
Usually it’s a college girl, but somehow she turned to a stripper (get it!)
Baby girl you gotta do your thang
I’ll always treat you like my sister
I just pull up in a wicked pisser
Park it on the Ave, I see everybody whisper
Told her I love her and miss her
No one has soul like this ginger
Pull up to Cumbies I’m in a blizzard
[Chorus]
Big dope
Smoke it out the bag (dope)
I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad (it's kinda sad)
Big dope (dope)
Big dope (créme)
I just smoked so much créme I got a lymph node
Big dope (DJ)
Smoke it out the bag (dope)
I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad (it's kinda sad)
Big dope (D)
Big dope (J)
Big dope (DJ)
Big (woo!) (let's go)

[Verse 2]
Big blunt, big blunt
3 grams, must be been a mix up
Small town, farmhouse, everybody all around cliqued up
Sit down, think fast, be quiet
I was on the cig 3 and drink 4
This the type of shit I was built for
Walking down the silk road
I ain’t have a cell phone
They tried to move me to Melrose
I was like “Hell no”
Tommy Hilfiger my Velcro’s
Ima keep it mellow, but also heavy metal
Ima buy a crib out in East Longmeadow
I can take a Fanta and make it dark yellow
I’m a Mass legend just like Henry Longfellow
Tip of the cape we gon’ fish
I just got lost in the mix
Baby it's lacrosse we got lost in them sticks
I just got lost in the mist
I just got tossed in the shit
I just caught in the hype
Your boy got caught with the pipe
And he had been talked to twice
Whole town’s dead
I can take it left on Red
Told that young boy shut up
Some things best left unsaid, yeah
[Chorus]
Big dope
Smoke it out the bag
I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad
Big dope (DJ)
Big dope
I just smoked so much créme I got a lymph node
Big dope
Smoke it out the bag
I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad
Big dope
Big dope
Big dope
Big (woo!)