lirik lagu billy woods & kenny segal - rapper weed
[intro]
72 degrees and sunny
[verse 1]
the strain’s name was just a string of numbers, blockchain
throw it on the pile with the others, blue flame like the oven
weed lube, weed b~tter
don’t get ’em confused, whatever you do
i wasn’t rude, but green eggs and ham, i had to refuse
scrawl doodles while the beat loop, slurp noodles outta clear soup
delivery fee is oof
my guy, i won’t lie, them sh~ts’ through the roof
aromatherapy in the stu’ with lavender diffused in the booth
tupac with the prеssed juice and therapy tuеsdays at 2
it’s a lotta sh~t negroes shoulda did
not saying i do
i don’t like sh~t, stay inside the crib, smoke an oop
nike store on fairfax don’t even sell shoes
made hash when the gorilla glue didn’t move
celebrity pre~rolls in a monogrammed tube
corked, crushed velvet in the box, embossed
had to find tweezers and a corkscrew
after all that, of course the sh~t garbage
of course
[chorus]
colorful packaging, pack ’em in
fly like gold on africans
cover my tracks with backronyms
if the track slaps, in the back, you can almost hear the black cackling
when it’s my time, no need to pass the hat
just throw me in when the fire good and crackling
colorful packaging, pack ’em in
fly like gold on africans
cover my tracks with backronyms
if the track slaps, in the back, you can almost hear the black cackling
when it’s my time, no need to pass the hat
just throw me in when the fire good and crackling
[verse 2]
whole entourage on the couch, buried in their phones
he said it’s six gs a ounce, i played it off
waited the appropriate amount of time to bounce
the burgers was in~n~out
sheep herder prophecy spilling out my mouth
bagged seeds in the pouch
rappers bloated with gout
sores weeping, doubled over
chest heaving from chasing clout
still super chiefing, but it’s hard to trust
like your money in a grow house that always barely breaks even
[chorus]
colorful packaging, pack ’em in
fly like gold on africans
cover my tracks with backronyms
if the track slaps, in the back, you can almost hear the black cackling
when it’s my time, no need to pass the hat
just throw me in when the fire good and crackling
colorful packaging, pack ’em in
fly like gold on africans
cover my tracks with backronyms
if the track slaps, in the back, you can almost hear the black cackling
when it’s my time, no need to pass the hat
just throw me in when the fire good and crackling
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