(Hook)
I be smoking so much gas, never pass it
Kush be hella loud, neighbors asking what’s the racket
Yeah my strains they exotic, you couldn’t match it (nah)
Backwoods, gotta wash them off, when I unwrap it
I got hella munchies, like a fat guy
Smoke 2 packs of backwoods, OZ got me mad high (Yessir)
Eyeballs turning red, don’t use clear eyes (Yeah)
If you a real stoner, then you’d understand why (Zay)
(Verse)
I be rolling up some ganja, that you can't buy (Nope)
Always got the pack, no I never stay dry (Ooo)
Roll up blunts, hit the grav, and then I pack the pipe (Let’s go)
Living YSL, aka Young Stoner Life (Yeah)
Want drip like Thugga (Huh), belt on YSL
I be taxing motherfu*kers, I get clientele (Cha-ching)
Choker on b*tch (Yeah), Double C Chanel (Woo)
She an angel, but she acts like she came up from hell
4 grams in my woods (Huh), put my goons up in a coma
Working in the booth, my homie slumped all on the sofa
Gushers and Gelato, in the stu, that’s our aroma
Hopped up in the whip, went to get more pack up in Pomona (Oh My God)
(Hook)
I be smoking so much gas, never pass it
Kush be hella loud, neighbors asking what’s the racket
Yeah my strains they exotic, you couldn’t match it (nah)
Backwoods, gotta wash them off, when I unwrap it
I got hella munchies, like a fat guy
Smoke 2 packs of backwoods, OZ got me mad high (Yessir)
Eyeballs turning red, don’t use clear eyes (Yeah)
If you a real stoner, then you’d understand why (Zay)