Z-Ro

"Kush Cloud"

[Produced by SMKA]

[Hook]
Floatin off of that kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
That kush cloud, that kush cloud
My kush cloud, my kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
Rolling off of that kush cloud
OG turnt up too loud
That kush cloud, that kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
That kush cloud, that kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
My kush cloud, my kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
Rolling off of that kush cloud
OG turnt up too loud, b*tch

[Verse 1: Freddie]
Mo-murder, mo-murder
In the Tahoe with my burner
Tell 'em that I just got a shipment in
And if you in to win then I'll serve ya
Know I'm floatin off of that kush cloud
OG turnt up too loud
A n*gga busy getting to the money and weed
That's why a playa hating n*gga get tuned out
In a shootout nah cause they don't want that sh*t
Traffic the powder, how you want that whip?
Grind it out, pound it out
Then I took her to the house, I ain't want that b*tch
I get the killa sh*t from my n*ggas in the Bay
We wheeling and dealing so what you n*ggas wanna pay?
Got dope in the attic, I'm in the ceiling with the yay
We flipping it really, you pus*y n*ggas in the way
Got thug love from my n*ggas choking, smoking bud
Bought my dope from Lil' Sodi yea I f*cks with cuz
Corporate thuggin, so all I'm wit is thug n*ggas
Can you picture, this rapper slash drug dealer

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Krayzie]
I said I was never gon' smoke no mo'
20 minutes late, okay I'mma smoke one mo'
The next thing you know, I'm blowing through the whole O
Smoke alarm going off, popo knocking on my do', oh
I'm a real OG chief choker
Green leaf stoner, real weed smoker
Wanna kick it with me, you better bring weed over
I got too many problems, ain't no need to be sober
But I ain't really waiting on you n*ggas to split it
Roll it and hit it cause I've already got me some
Roll another n*gga, I'm hardly done
Kray Jack got Bob Marley lungs
I hit a little bit of Snoop OG kush
Then I roll up some Wiz Khalif to get a hook
It's sticky icky n*gga, trust it be real
Cause I planted it and grew it on Cypress Hill
Bud smokers only, bud smokers only, on-ly
Don't ask if I'm high
Look into my eyes, you can tell that I'm zonin', zonin'
Kray and Freddie Gibbs, n*gga there it is
Midwest get ready when I come around the corner in my spaceship
And we take off into the cloud

[Hook]

[Verse 3: SpaceGhostPurrp]
She rolled up a sack of that, purp
The mystical haze got her going in a maze
While she twerkin and workin slow motion - I am the potion
That will dwell inside the magical purp that you inhale
Inside your mind as I, seduce your brain cells
You gotta get high 'til you can't tell
If you in heaven with the angels
Playing my music and get high to it
It's hypnotizing like a brain spell
Real n*gga smoking on purple trees
All about money, gotta count this green
Mackin these b*tches and I'm gettin to the riches
And yo b*tch love smoking me
When the beat break down (break down)
Get lost to the sound (to the sound)
Roll the window down (down)
Let her see the kush clouds (kush clouds)
Ride around through the town (town)
n*gga let the wind blow (wind blow)
Gotta get head in the front seat slow
Let a n*gga see the kush smoke

[Hook]

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2018 Bee Lyrics.Net