[Hook]
It don't matter what you smoke, we smoke better
Our joints are much fatter, Girl Scout Lemon shatter
We takin' dabs like it don't matter
I get you high up off that Jet Fuel, Paris shatter
I got a shop in Denver, Colorado and Nevada
Full of Girl Scout Lemon shatter
I got a shop around in Santa Ana, Orange County
Full of Jet Fuel, Paris shatter
[Verse 1: Berner]
I hit licks when I was younger, had a looker and a runner
Love November, run December
These 2 thousand dollar stunnas
On my phone, no talkin' numbers
You know people want this white
Ghost right behind me, I feel haunted, I feel haunted
Girls Scout Lemon shatter, that's your bitch? I have to have her
Spend a weekend in Nevada, striper shoes on my floor
My white bitch, she call her Hannah Barlata
Only one in Las Vegas, smokin' weed in my cabana
Used to get 6 grand for a pound in Atlanta
Roll the Raw with Tropicana, pour them up, with a fanta
Now I'm coolin' in the trap, thinkin' bout' my bitch in Tampa
You can smell the Girl Scout Cookies right through the wrapper
I'm not a rapper, I'm a motherfucking king pin
I got Blue Dreams for the law, if ya needin'
Real smokers, real factors, in this weed shit
You ain't high as me, nah
You ain't high as B is
It don't matter what you smoke, we smoke better
Our joints are much fatter, Girl Scout Lemon shatter
We takin' dabs like it don't matter
I get you high up off that Jet Fuel, Paris shatter
I got a shop in Denver, Colorado and Nevada
Full of Girl Scout Lemon shatter
I got a shop around in Santa Ana, Orange County
Full of Jet Fuel, Paris shatter
[Verse 1: Berner]
I hit licks when I was younger, had a looker and a runner
Love November, run December
These 2 thousand dollar stunnas
On my phone, no talkin' numbers
You know people want this white
Ghost right behind me, I feel haunted, I feel haunted
Girls Scout Lemon shatter, that's your bitch? I have to have her
Spend a weekend in Nevada, striper shoes on my floor
My white bitch, she call her Hannah Barlata
Only one in Las Vegas, smokin' weed in my cabana
Used to get 6 grand for a pound in Atlanta
Roll the Raw with Tropicana, pour them up, with a fanta
Now I'm coolin' in the trap, thinkin' bout' my bitch in Tampa
You can smell the Girl Scout Cookies right through the wrapper
I'm not a rapper, I'm a motherfucking king pin
I got Blue Dreams for the law, if ya needin'
Real smokers, real factors, in this weed shit
You ain't high as me, nah
You ain't high as B is
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