The Turkey Bag Diaries (Explicit)

So let's ball foo

Call that mother****er, bro

Gotta get some more **** right now

I hit my dude yo where the gas at

I need some of that hazmat

Killah out the turkey bag

One hit and pass that

Remember smoking stress holes

Poked in the coke can

Now we puffin godly shit

Whole nuther program

Grew it out the grodan

I'm smokin till we old men

Blew some of that GP

My chest start to fold in

Done tried it all

When it comes to puffin ** smoke

Even scraped the resin

Made it work when we was broke

Holler if you need a toke

My cheeba make the meanest choke

A zipper for the C note

Back woods we elope

My mijos know I'm smokin like

Tony with a kilo

Still smokin the roach cause

The **** ain't cheap tho

I love me exotics but the OG my top best

Ain't nothing like new batch

Crystally cut fresh

We trimming down the water leaves

And watch the ***** undress

Taste her on your lips

We got the best and that's no less

Finger tips dirty cause

I don't use a grinder

Got at least the clip ready

Soon as I rise up

Stoners be reveered now

They used to dispise us

Even caught a charge

Cops would call it a crime bust

I like that kinda bud

Smell like its a pine crushed

I been out in Cali

I be having these options

We could hit the store

Hit the homie and cop it

I smoked around the world

Let me give you my top 10

L.A., The Bay

Maine-Mass and Amsterdam

Swiss had the hash

But it was brought in from Moroccan fam

Washington state, Colorado

Then it's Oregon

New York got some shit

Produced from everywhere importing it

Everywhere I go

I'm asking for the most potent shit

To get me on the level

Til I ain't trying to roll up again

I be smokin more than you

And your stoner friends

With the mijos blow a ounce

And do it all again