Blaze Up

Yeah, g-shit

And I ain't smokin' none of that unless the weed stick

Bitch I'm in the zone and if I ever leave

Fuck a jacket I'ma rock my tattoo sleeves

I got thirty naked bitches in the kitchen

Crumblin' the herb and rollin' it up in the Swishers

Kush is my cologne, every minute blowin' heavy

I don't smoke it on occasion, everyday is 4/20

All I do is flame shit, I don't do that change shit

EST for life bitch, ya I do that gang shit

Look at who I came with, better fix ya face quick

Cause I gotta lot of muh-fuckers with me we all on the same shit

Now pass me the dutching-ton

I still gotta nickle crumbled in the George Washington

Order up a quarter my connect is on the phone

Mix the purple with the lemon G kush and get stoned

God damn it im gone, blowin' with the wind

Cleveland is the city, see it showin' on the brim

Black lights on the tats glowin' on my skin

And my blunt is never lonely all my L's got twins blaze up!

Yeah, blaze up, lil' bitch blaze up

So what the fuck blaze up, ugh, blaze up, kels Blaze up

And we burnin' up like the heat is on

Kelly smellin' good, blowin' wood

Bitch my life is like a weed-a-thon

Size 12 Chuck Taylors what my feet is on

Laced up blazin' back to back like repeat a song

And fuck the police boy, I say it proud

And if they hear me fuck the police say it loud

20 dollars and a dream bitch I'm livin'

Back strokin' in yo girl, no swimmin'

(Sorry) boy that's pimpin'

You wanna know my goal, a couple sold out shows

Some hoes and a pocket full of woah

Got it for the low, tear the place up

Pass the dutch and blaze up, motherfucker lace up

Ughhh. blaze up

Hundred words and runnin

Lace up. lace up bitch. EST blaze up

Kels laced up. Gone