[Chorus: D.Ship]
I'm headed on the first flight out, flight out
So I roll up this doobie and fly out, fly out
I'm headed on the first flight out, flight out
So I roll up this doobie and fly out, peace out! (x2)
[Verse 1: D.Ship]
I'm headed on the first flight out, flight out
So I roll up this doobie and fly out, peace out
Puffing that loud, I f**ed around and woke the neighbors up
Roll me up another double doobie of that sticky stuff
Get high when I wanna, smoke in public like it's legal
Chief, chief, chief with my homies, not your people
b**h, don't k** my vibe, I been puffing on this potent
To forget all of the bullsh** that these lames have been been talking
You say you on my level, too much smoke ain't enough for me
I'm trying to get trippy, baby clap without your hands for me
We gonna get turnt up 'til the knob breaks
Bet before we leave, we rip the roof off of this place, turn up
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: A-Game]
I'm with your girl on cloud 9, we in the sky, that's mile high
That's a club that you will never join, don't even try
I'm out my mind every week, average grades yet I'm geeked
Trippy, tipsy in my city, riding looking for some freaks
Let'em take a couple puffs, Mary Jane'll treat you sweet
And my plug & I are homies, so you know I smoke for free
But with me, you pay a fee, I flip it like trampolines
With c**aine I be like Tony, girl -- "You got some for me?"
I'm in Florida, this green's about to be medical
One step ahead of y'all though, I'm on Kush Kandy edibles
Higher than a pedestal, standing up on top of it
Spend a lot of dollars on narcotics, got a lot of 'em let's go
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[Verse 3: A-Game & (D.Ship)]
Aye Ship, this hookah that I'm smoking on has got me flying high
(Man, you right I'm 'bout to take a hit I'll meet you in the sky)
Pick your piece, a bong, or pipe, or blunt to roll up for the night
No spice I don't want it, (kush the only thing that we smoking
Chug a bottle, smoke a eighth to my dome
By the time the sun rise, I'll be lighting up some mo')
Only lighting up that dro, homie you already know
If I ain't choking on the smoke that I'm toking, it's gotta go, yo
(All my buds) be hairy, (this that bomb smoke) Antares
Kush flavor (blueberry), my lungs belong in a (cemetary)
(Eyes so low I can barely see), I'll ask Mary Jane to marry me
And my side b**h Molly wanna roll with me, and what's better than 2 is definitely 3!