Smoke Me a Pound lyrics

[Verse 1: SONIC FRMTHEWEST]
Sonic
I’m in the back, smoking that gas
Serving, relaxed
Holding up bag, I’m in my bag
Throwing them slaps, Oreo cap, Tory on bap
I’m just a killa, talking on winners
I never filler, tell me don’t sip up
Pour me the liquor, with a cold trigger
Saying hello, to my real ones
We chilling, we smashing, tout taxing, real classy
Toe tagging, foreign rallies
b*tch don’t say sh*t, bout my playlist
I’m on gang sh*t
Straight Scarface for you Marley’s, I take Molly
To calm me down, this so real now, told you don’t frown
Smoke me a pound

[Chorus: Konflict]
I went and got me a 40
I got that pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that sh*t to the homies
I got that white, got it on me (aye)
I went and got me a 40 (yeah)
I got that pack, got it on mе (aye)
Slangin’ that sh*t to the homies
I got that whitе, got it one me (aye)
[Verse 2: Konlfict]
I went collected a pack, I don’t go out without Mac 10
Imma pull up with a rack, I might go waste it on my friends
Set on the scene with a dime bag, I keep that chevy by my lap
I keep that blunt lit forever, I need a spot in Coachella
Pull up in black, hoody sweater, I might come to your town and make cheddar
I got an ounce in my leatherman, who you know that do it better
No one
I went and got me a 40, I got that pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that sh*t to the homies
I got that white, got it one me
I went and got me a 40, I got the pack, got it on me
Slangin’ that sh*t to the homies

[Verse 3: Elisiax]
Yeah smoke me a pound, the dank coming loud
Head on the moon and it’s spinning by noon
Sticky the weed, n*gga planting the seed
Run it by Tooney, yeah white got the ski’s
b*tches all up on my steeze, got her to down on her knees
Begging to re-up and barter to please
Got her hopping like fleas, to my n*ggas in three’s
Loading my wood up with mulch and with tree’s
Locking it up, where the keys n*gga
Hiding my stash and my cheese n*ggas
The bakers in dozens, my ice is on customs, I’m f*cking ya cousin
Then ghost like the Dutchman, yeah
Straight from the pound (pound)
Yeah I’m a dog and she call me a hound (hound)
Can’t touch my sound (sound)
‘Bout my n*ggas, I’m loading and popping the rounds (rounds)
From the mud and the mound (mound)
Lead my pack to the table I’m buying the rounds (rounds)
Counting in pounds, I’m a fable
The story, the end that’s what counts, yah