Casper on the beat
Shoutouts to my nigga Trap House
I know he got some weed
I'ma let this breathe for a minute
I know Fiend got some weed
I definitely know Spitta got some weed
[Verse 1: Fendi P]
You ever had a pack so good, wan’ keep all to yourself?
Man I swear, that's how I feel, I find the purple and it's real
Or a pint and it’s sealed, niggas smile from ear to ear
But I left that shit alone, this time for real, and that's trill
So it's Clicquot by the caseloads, OG all I want though
Chain smoke, you hating, you could die off his own smoke
Gun smoke, nah nah, you don't want no
Love a four-door, I'm just so playa in this coupe, hoe
[Interlude: Fiend]
This gas
[Chorus: Fiend]
Imma need my lighter back
I just got me the loudest pack
I'm smoking and groovin, and yo bitch choosin
And we're on our way to get another bag
Imma need my lighter back
I just got me the loudest pack
Break it down, rollin, ridin' and smoking
And we’re on our way to get another bag
Imma need my lighter back
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Super stoned, but I’m focused, all my quotes is dopeness
Weak shit, I never rolled it, keep them bricks unloading
In record time we sold it, hit my phone for mo' shit
Studio gotta stay open, bro, cause I’m always going in
I brought a zone with me, if I run out
I gotta call my girl to come get me, I must revisit the stash
Grab another jar of gas, dawg, don't trip, I be right back, homie
Just keep pulling up tracks, I'm finna write to that
[Interlude: Curren$y]
Eastside on mine, just like every time
Always outside, that's them suckas who hide
[Chorus: Fiend]
Imma need my lighter back
I just got me the loudest pack
I’m smoking and groovin, and yo bitch choosin
And we're on our way to get another bag
Imma need my lighter back
I just got me the loudest pack
Break it down, rollin, ridin' and smoking
And we're on our way to get another bag
Imma need my lighter back
[Verse 3: Fiend]
Leaf kush, we gon' need us a lotta that
With blocks of hash, do a lotta dabs, we smoke
This JLR, we no joke, I A&R so dope, hit records by the kilo
Some come with the hero, she say I save her libido
Still ride candy on colors, cocaine on monster
No evidence, no can't touch, don't confuse things, I'm a hustler
They'll sleep with your own, season flavor
That pastor try make ya hug
And church try to make millions with your neighbour
Reach me my papers, smoking all the flavors
[Chorus: Fiend]
Imma need my lighter back
I just got me the loudest pack
I'm smoking and groovin, and yo bitch choosin
And we're on our way to get another bag
Imma need my lighter back
I just got me the loudest pack
Break it down, rollin, ridin' and smoking
And we're on our way to get another bag
Imma need my lighter back