[Intro: Z-Dogg]
You did good, $lick
It's a smash
Smokin' pound, after pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smokin' pound, after pound
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Smokin' pound, after pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smokin' pound, after pound
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Smokin' pound, after pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smokin' pound, after pound
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Smokin' pound, after pound
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Smokin' pound, after pound
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[Verse 1: Germ]
Diamonds hit like pop rocks, we got too hot, lightin' blunts with lava
We don't do the drama, but the Oscars where I'm posted at
Grammys on my neck, shoot for the stars, I swear to God on that
I'ma need you to stand on that, I'm tryna tap in with your almanac
Wavy homies hated, I got demons in my basement
Nigga might piss me off, I'ma lay his ass down on the pavement
Dreads swangin', smokin' Jamaican, lookin' for all my payments
Paper chasin', Haitian, move the chains like fourth and inches
I'm here to slay 'em
All this lean, bitch, I can't feel my body (Shit, shit)
All these pills, bitch, I can't feel my body (Shit, shit)
Ain't no love in my heart, I don't feel nobody (Ah)
Keep it to myself, I might lose it, can't catch a body
You did good, $lick
It's a smash
Smokin' pound, after pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smokin' pound, after pound
Smokin' pound, after—
Smokin' pound, after pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smokin' pound, after pound
Smokin' pound, after—
Smokin' pound, after pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smokin' pound, after pound
Smokin' pound, after—
Smokin' pound, after pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smokin' pound, after pound
Smokin' pound, after—
[Verse 1: Germ]
Diamonds hit like pop rocks, we got too hot, lightin' blunts with lava
We don't do the drama, but the Oscars where I'm posted at
Grammys on my neck, shoot for the stars, I swear to God on that
I'ma need you to stand on that, I'm tryna tap in with your almanac
Wavy homies hated, I got demons in my basement
Nigga might piss me off, I'ma lay his ass down on the pavement
Dreads swangin', smokin' Jamaican, lookin' for all my payments
Paper chasin', Haitian, move the chains like fourth and inches
I'm here to slay 'em
All this lean, bitch, I can't feel my body (Shit, shit)
All these pills, bitch, I can't feel my body (Shit, shit)
Ain't no love in my heart, I don't feel nobody (Ah)
Keep it to myself, I might lose it, can't catch a body
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