Smoke smoke smoke

Off on a cloud smoking on stuffing I’m puffin it down

Love for no grabba got Love for my town

Open up packs and we ready to lounge

Stepping on stage and we bucking the crowd

Up all night with the bean cake

Tim dog with a mean steak

I slap face how the cheese taste

Lemon lime with the clean grape

Shout out to Batman and robbin

Smell me down the block like goggins

Running this shit no stopping

It’s Swamp gang till the coffin

Step up get ya meat pressed

Speakers blown that’s the heat test

Whitе ash that’s neat flex

The sun shinе off the beast chest

We are for the kids like wu

Way up with the bird’s eye view

Sabretooth catch the vapour

Smoke like Slater, check you later

Microphone killer in the mist

Blaze while Timbuk fiddle with the mix

Pitch perfect swing and then you miss

Pitchin’ on a blunt then swim in the abyss

So many clouds I’m in heaven

Leave me alone like I’m Kevin

McAllister emcee caliber

Supersonic song pick your Gallagher

Never been below the pinnacle

Floatin’ into the indigo

And when I go bye bye high five

Think of me better in hindsight

Im rocking the boat

Coming out of the smoke

Lock and then load I’m apocalypse jones

Scope with binoculars out on patrol

One with mist

Running with the mutherfuckers from the abyss

Swamp gang hit em with the thunderous fist

Follow the smoke try Blunt and a blintz

T I M B U K show u at your crib with a funeral bouquet

Go boom like a nuke in suitcase

My troops boots all laced for the doomsday

Parade like day of the dead

Sashay through the vapour rising the level to the reds

Running with a price on your head

Wake up in the night Poltergeist in your bed

None of the pros and all of the cons

Whole fucking life is a trauma response

Nothing to do with the drama you on

My brothers a basehead my godfather don

Right hand man is a nightstand plant

Purple and green like uncut gems

Locking it up in the trunk of the whip

Amethyst fingers clutching your chest

Fist fulla fire for the neer do wells

Put it in the air like some hair do gel

Coughin fits man i'm off in the mist

Who’s talking that shit oh yeah do tell

Let's be real like cypress hill

You could buy the sprays and try the pills

Shit press it in your cider still

The smoke is where you'll find me, gimme that