I don’t smoke no reggie, I don’t smoke no mid
I’m always fucking high, so much we might have kids
And while you babysitting a blunt, that’s that shit I don’t like

I’m looking for one of these bad bitches to come ride me like a turn pike
On some real shit, I’m a pothead, please don’t blow my high man
Look into my eyes and it look like I’m from Thailand
I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Smoking on that OG in that Double R, I’m real relaxed
I smoke so much kill, they call me Killa
And I’m on that strong, I’m on that strong, bodybuilder
Light that shit and pass it, my white girl on that acid
But me I’m on that kush, that kush
Tunechi…

And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane’s flowers
That Kush

Bel-Air bottle, big bubba bouchet
And by the look at my paint, man it’s a wonderful spray
Sucka trynna fuck my high up on a sucka-free day
I told that sucka park your whip, ’cause it’s a sucka-free lane
Harry Hoover Hussein, kick ass weed, Wu-Tang
B’s of big on the Bentley, can’t squeeze through lanes
Raw papers in Jamaica, eat some…, roll an acre
I be hippie blitzed, trippy sticks, activate the vapors
And this anthrax wax, give you asthma attacks
I’m a smoker, you’s a choker, go’n and pass that back

Lightin’ weed, that’s my dope style
Eyes lower than my profile, this’ll hit your lung, you cough both out

And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane’s flowers
That Kush

[Rick Ross]
Kush in the swisha, couldn’t be sweeter
I’m talkin’ P-80 mind, the THC off the meter
I spark it up in the theatre, clouds so sick
Heavy on real estate, house your bitch
Black bottle for bawse, I’m burnin’ like Biggie
Bob Marley and Ziggy, my niggas we run the city
It’s a very thin line, you can candy paint mine
All I want is Chevys and the best kush I can find
60 in the bank, another 100 on my mind

When we started out witrh Reggie, we were barely getting dimes
We were barely getting dimes, now all we fuck is dimes

And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane’s flowers
That Kush