[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] The fuck, where's the weed I'm up, the Headband's calling me Handle things

Chorus: All my smokers get high with me, just all you need Is smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D

Everyone's running Everyone's running out of smoke Nobody wants to leave the house [Chorus] I

Ever stimulator of the cold Your spirit Like the incense it must stay Smoke on the outer of your loving

on the corner [Smoke DZA] He was the future, pure shooter, he was dead nice Super talented attracted

with the cadence New York, drove up, flew up took a train then Hit smoke, when I got here we blazin' Smoke weed

[Intro] Uhhhh Riiiight [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Flying down the westside, joint in my ear One 'bout

trouble Smoke gets in my eyes And I can't see your face I was walking in your shadow Until you turned out

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Uh Riiight I'm a loco, nigga, straight loco So think twice 'fore you cross

Like The Indo Should If It's In My Pocket I'll Burn A Hole In It Smoke Clouds In The Whip Like Pole