Personal OG

[Verse 1] Smokin' fire, pourin' up Hennesey and Red Bull in my cup OG Kush wrapped up in the wood And I still smoke good in a '83 Cut Still smoke kill in an old Deville I keep the leather on my back, wood on the wheel If a nigga don't blow smoke on chrome Then I really don't feel how I'm supposed to feel Because I feel like blowin' blunts back to back With no shame, keep a pack and a sack to wrap(?) At 13 I was taking Swisher Sweets to the dome With my nigga lil rone you can ask him that My homeboy Kendell roll thin ass blunts So we can smoke at least 20 every day of the month And keep at least 5 pounds of the hay in the trunk And when he came from the Chi we was weighin' it up like Uh I got 16 zones of death and you can hit it at your own risk When I travel I ain't lookin' for the local weed man I be gone on the zone on my own shit Got a stick or a seed in ya muhfuckin' weed Then I guarantee you blowin' on the wrong shit And they wonder how the kid stay blowed, eyes halfway closed You ain't on what I'm on bitch I'm lifted Me and my girl just blew six blunts up in a blue 650 Charleston blue kush and blue Ken Griffey She love the thug shit so boo get wit me Cuz I'm young and I'm wild but I'm focused But my dro and my flows be the dopest And I'm a motherfuckin' marijuana addict so I had to do a song for the smokers [Hook] Take it in slow Let it out slow OG Kush to Purple Dro You know I keep Them Hoes to the O's Plenty get smoke But this right here is personal And you know we be [Verse 2] Smokin' fire, fuckin' up Spilt all the Hendog in my cup Couldn't wake up for a job interview this morning The OG had me stuck Last night I blew a whole zip with the crew We was rollin' with hoes lapped up in the truck Keep a gold pack of the Trojans I let a nigga rap to a bitch while I'm wrappin' it up My thang off in yo main dame I come straight through and get straight brain She blow straight kill and make straight change To make sure my pockets stay straight man Cuz this pimp shit is in my veins, it's in my blood I was born with it and I'mma die smokin' this fire bud In my old school with my chrome spinnin' like Uh And my niggas in the bay got the kush for the 27 hundo I'mma get 'em and sell 'em for 55, you get it for 48 If you wanna get more than one though Go to Cali and I ship it to the G Ship it to the Chi, ship it to the D Ship it to my nigga in the A-town Plus that nigga breakdown Triple what I paid for the P that Master kush purple dro Keep my whip swervin' slow Hey Fred can I hit the kill? Hell nah Put on a sack, this personal Cuz I'm young and I'm wild but I'm focused But my dro and my flows be the dopest And I'm a motherfuckin' marijuana addict so I had to do a song for the smokers