[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

[Verse 1: Scrim & Lord Infamous]

Uzi be r—, Uzi be r—, Uzi be rolling the blunt up with the motherfucking stanky sess

Put that pistol to my chest, it's—

(Bud smoke is like a killer)

I'm gone, up off that ganja, like fuck your drama

Indo blunts all on my fingers, I got that Nina

North Korea if I see you

Chief the reefer, Jeepers Creepers

I'm the reaper up off that sack

I got that pack, that indo blow, that China snow

Ain't got no hope, pass me a rope, and slit my throat

Bitch, I'm the devil, welcome to Hades

Maybe I'm crazy? Always blazin'

Always sippin', codeine addicted

Come meet the Millers, ain't got no filter, the shapeshifter, it's—

(Bud smoke is like a killer)

(Bud smoke is like a killer)

[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Yung Plague]

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

(Uh)

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

Fucking Oddy got a lil' fucking Versace

Rolling the dope, and I'm blowing the smoke

Yeah, it got me feeling kind of disembodied

This bitch is actin' sloppy

No, this shit don't fuckin' shock me anymore

Poured the ho, and four for the low

Told her I wanted to get blown, so she sucked my dick

But I was talking 'bout the blunt I had already lit, stupid ass bitch

Getting blown while I'm getting blown, I can't complain

Eyes redder than the "Cherry" in my fuckin' name

Smoked out, loced out, choked out

In the grow house 'til my brain is stained

Burnin' Buddha flesh

What's left of the sess gets left for the next sesh

Smokin' to my death, no breath in my chest

Just leftover smoke seeping out of my vest

Fuck the government, come and catch me, the blunt is lit

Fuck jail, bitch, shoot me now, bitch

I want to be surrounded by clouds

And the fiery flames to lighten the pounds, bitch

[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Eddy Baker]

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

(Ayy, alright, lil' bitch)

[Verse 3: Eddy Baker & Lord Infamous]

I stay smoking heavy green, I stay with that sack on me (Really)

These hoes steady jocking me, dirty money, keep a lot on me

(Bud smoke is like a killer)

Bitch, I didn't win no lottery, but niggas know I keep a lot of tree (Lil' bitch)

Professional with the pottery, got bad hipster hoes rolling up for me (Shit)

Swear they can't get enough of me

Watching Netflix while we smoke a G (Smoke some)

That's how the pimps do still got hoes on D

Hitting my bong, I pull on her thong (Okay)

Stay with the grass just like a front yard (Yeah)

Tipping the lean, I mix it with bars (Leaned it)

Yellow Xanax, that look just like Bart

Kush in my wood, it smell like some fart

Shoutout my hood, it's close to my heart

Fucking with me, I'll rip out your heart (Yeah)

Creep in the dark, G from the start

Smoking in public, just watch for the cops

They know I got grams all up in my sock

They all on my cock

(Bud smoke is like a killer)

Headed to the top

Won't ever stop, bitch

(Bud smoke is like a killer)

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest

Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless