Callon B x sIMple - Kush & Coronas lyrics

[Verse 1: Callon B] HOOt GY...B, sIMple what up? Mayan Cigars My Kush and Coronas x4 All my homies stonas, bet we roll up roll up roll up Blowing Doja, sip Coronas ronas ronas In a coma, if you don't know us please condone us But we hardly ever sober there inebriated soldiers Ask The Mayor how we get down, we need your vote, we in your town The Campaign is here and I pray it's clear who the livest party right now We got open polls for the coldest hoes we bring em in and right out All I here is that White Owl hOOt hOOt, need pipe down My sack so obnoxious it's talking sh** you hear the scent when I'm walking in Might not talk again, out of body I'm off the grid, the other side is not pretend There's more to life y'all got to get, I brought the wRaps who got the piff? DJ DO YOU GOT SOME RIFF?!?! Every one of us a basket case we flee the scene and smash the gate Hit the gas for a fast escape, this sh** a jam dap Nasty Nate Fall's impact won't last a day so it's GYB till I pa** away Junkie Nation I'm a pack a day plus Sweatpants b**h better back away [Chorus: Callon B and Taylor James] I, ain't, slept, yet, if it's before dusk I, can't, get, used, to being grown up I, blame, it, on, the ones before us They never told usssss, tore up off my Kush & Coronas Ronas, ronas, ronas, ronas, ronas, my Kush & Coronas Ronas, ronas, ronas, ronas, ronas, my Kush & Coronas Ronas, ronas, ronas, ronas, ronas, my Kush & Coronas Kush and Coronas, ronas [Verse 2: sIMple] Five missed calls from Callon calling saying that he got the Dank Let me make a stop right here up at the bank Goodness gracious roll the grape up in the Raw papers Dab up fast and pa** it, he told me he always got my back Came through with a thirty rack of Ronas on us Zoning off the fire smoke I'm always with my homies Homegrown thats the starter pack, meddy herb the Veteran Sick in need of medicine indeed this weed and extracts got me feeling like an Astronaut NASA pot, essential to rain, extra terrestrial and right now b**h I'm blasting off Inebriated, for the simple folks I'm hella faded Right now I'm rollin doja, lonely stoner can't see the back of the Treehouse Thats a nickname for my whip I hear he pulled the weed out Busted out the Ziplock, I rip twice then I lift off These red lights do not mean stop, these red eyes mean that weed strong Mommas like "Please not another weed song!" [Chorus: Callon B & Taylor James]