Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. (Ya)

Then I'm headed straight for that paper. (Ya)

At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. (Ya)

Fill the whole damn thing with Jamaica. (Ya)

Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. (Ya)

Then I'm headed straight for that paper. (Ya)

At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. (Ya)

Put the whole damn thing in a paper (Paper!)

When I wake up, gotta take a big dab

Put on the beat then I fuckin sit back

Let it hit me before I ever hit back

Then I kill the motherfucker, I don't ever give slack

Hell nah you don't get that, bitch you need to get back

Smokin joints, no zig zag

Fresher than a muhhfuckin tic tac

Weed's good and you know that my bitch bad

She wanna swallow kids, yeah she gon kidnap

Couldn't bite my style even with teeth like Riff Raff

Gin with a Sprite, but I'll probably still sip yac

Bitch I'm Young Stone, harder than a pinecone and my fuckin mind gone

Blew up off a time bomb

Give a fuck, I won't

I don't, wanna keep the same mindset and cause the same pain

I just wanna bring the sun to where there's only been rain

Floatin in Bay like her name was Biscayne

Bitch I'm still a dog, see there's things you can't change

Bitch I'm like the bass, you gon hear when I bang

Bitch I'm like the bass cause I gotta maintain

Same sound, same city, same smoke

I'm everywhere that you can't go

Tell me how it feel? Better yet don't

See I'm on a mission, brought my drank and my smoke

If you ain't tryna toke, then why you near me?

Imma let the smoke roll

Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. (Ya)

Then I'm headed straight for that paper. (Ya)

At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. (Ya)

Fill the whole damn thing with Jamaica. (Ya)

Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. (Ya)

Then I'm headed straight for that paper. (Ya)

At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. (Ya)

Put the whole damn thing in a paper (Paper!)

I put it in a paper thats how I puff that shit

If she don't wanna fuck she gon suck my dick

Rub it on her face cause she loves that shit

And like a new rollie gotta buss down bitch

Gahdamn, you still smoke them blunts!

Gahdamn, how are your lungs?

Gahdamn, I turn dabs to dust

Gahdamn, I think this a must

Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. (Ya)

Then I'm headed straight for that paper. (Ya)

At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. (Ya)

Fill the whole damn thing with Jamaica. (Ya)

Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. (Ya)

Then I'm headed straight for that paper. (Ya)

At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. (Ya)

Put the whole damn thing in a paper (Paper!)