Smoke DZA - Bamma Weed Lyrics
Nigga, I'm high off living, do what you doLive how you live, hold your opinionProbably cough into a coma if you hit that bowlGod bless the man if he just that boldYou don't do it like we do, nah, we don't believe youYou niggas on that K2, we smoking sour dieselKushed God, *****, nigga chief like KatonahFlow bonkers, been fly since TonkaContraband left on my dresserBagged up, got extras, more bread to get upI hustle, I ain't letting upThese wild niggas sleep, money still printing upSo I be Zombie statusWith my Zombie niggas, getting all this cabbageKushed God in the physical, Smokers Club originalMembers are minimalDon't give me no bammer weedWe don't smoke that shit in the N.Y.CLucy in the sky with diamonds, feeling vibrantClose your eyelids, the glorious dead arrive withDZA, we stay high, stoned, and stay flyThree grams for breakfast, hash wax for secondsMy reflection, the force to be reckoned, but my directionThese niggas awkwardly threaten, don't need a weapon, this menaceSpark that leaf [?] with a ounce of top shelf chilling, top peelingAll about that green, nigga, can you hear me?Same nigga on the block, serving grams, getting knotsWha-what? What you thought, you was smoking that good?I got a sack of dour and that wax is hitting properDusty Rhodes, elbows dropper, only smoke them if they properThe dondada, ***** popper, show stopperZ-O-M-B *****Don't give me no bammer weedWe don't smoke that shit in the N.Y.CWe them top notch marijuan coppersO.G. a dour, make sure it's properNot swagger, but effervescence, some say that sex is a weaponKeep shorty around like she pregnantSince I have no filter on the blunts, I have no filter on my mouth***** the living, we are dead, I smoke the marley like the dreadsRude boy, choose I, lick a shot, choose II am on that new high, I'm just trying to boost mineSpanish mamis say my eyes rojo, don't call po-poI'm rolling solo, dank, buddha, ain't a thing to youEyes closed, Bush, got me singing songs to youSo what's wrong with you, not getting along with youWe should live it a little, smoke trees, ***** all my enemiesSince all my niggas are smoking good, my ***** turned HollywoodMy niggas are riding good, take a pull of the chronic coughMaking you lose your composure so you could hardly talkDZA got 'em, spark the lighter upNot dividing us, nigga, you ain't as high as usDon't give me no bammer weedWe don't smoke that shit in the N.Y.CWe them top notch marijuan coppersO.G. a dour, make sure it's proper
