Come Smoke With Me 4 Fortay (Ft. Jay UF, Kerser & Redbak)
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[Verse 1: Fortay]
Come smoke with me number four
Blowing them trees like a thunderstorm
Got Os, got Ps, got 'em fucking all
You know where I be want buds just call
Deliver to your door in about an hour
Fort's selling more plants than Flower Power
If I run late while I'm dropping those
Get the fuck out my face, I ain't Dominos
Different strains hit the brain put the tip to flame
Blowing that shit get clear the game
Never choked like a bitch with her throat on dick
Smoking cones, no spin 'cause that shit be leek
Cunts know from a sniff once I zip the bag
Smoking that shit you wish you had
Wouldn't touch a toke of the crud you smoke
Wouldn't get me high, just get me mad
Getting more drugs than a quarter mile
Shit smells like chron you call tell I'm on
Can't sell drugs 4 eva
Might be true but you can sell the bong
Hit, hit, hit, no pass the shit
If you broke and want a cone, go ask the tick
Chopping up with an O or half a stick
Lighting weed, let an ice fiend blow a glass dick
Come smoke with me number four
Blowing them trees like a thunderstorm
Got Os, got Ps, got 'em fucking all
You know where I be want buds just call
Deliver to your door in about an hour
Fort's selling more plants than Flower Power
If I run late while I'm dropping those
Get the fuck out my face, I ain't Dominos
Different strains hit the brain put the tip to flame
Blowing that shit get clear the game
Never choked like a bitch with her throat on dick
Smoking cones, no spin 'cause that shit be leek
Cunts know from a sniff once I zip the bag
Smoking that shit you wish you had
Wouldn't touch a toke of the crud you smoke
Wouldn't get me high, just get me mad
Getting more drugs than a quarter mile
Shit smells like chron you call tell I'm on
Can't sell drugs 4 eva
Might be true but you can sell the bong
Hit, hit, hit, no pass the shit
If you broke and want a cone, go ask the tick
Chopping up with an O or half a stick
Lighting weed, let an ice fiend blow a glass dick
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