Kerser - Come Smoke With Me lyrics

[Intro: Fortay] Come smoke with me Come smoke with me, ay [Verse 1: Fortay] Pa** the bong, pa** the juice in the bar And watch a c*nt punch on like a blue at the pub See these dumb f**s wrong, they can't do what I does Smoking blunts f**ing longer than Cuban cigars, who hah Want to puff with the best? Then come smoke with me Nothing but the esh in the sesh, the way its supposed to be Something like the best in the west, but it ain't locally Grown esh, blown by F, known for potency Blowing when there's no spinning like Shane Warne I'm smoking 'til I'm finished, and beginning to blaze more Won't diminish, going with it, I stay in form Up in the clouds getting lifted, I raise a storm b**h, my day long, so take schlong to your mouth Like you're blazing bong, s** the babies from My nutsack, I blow loads and clutch stacks Known 'round my postcode for just that [Verse 2: Kerser] Good weed, bag packed with the fat stack I'm spending this today and I am looking for that mad Bud with the smells that can linger for days If I was sitting on a pound, still won't give you a blaze Greedy motherf**er when it comes to that green sh** Hundred dollar note as the paper, and weed lit I made the weed anthem for the country to blaze to What Fort? Who you call when you looking the way, ooh I ain't even mention that I'm off of my guts And I'm high from the morning to when I'm rocking the clubs Its the Kers, with the Fortay, weed? That's for ureshay Two of Sydney's best, got it fresh, rep the raw way That's why you're hanging for the sh** that we drop These f**ers always watching me, someone give 'em a clock I'm signing out with a f** you, get f**ed and thank you We just made another f**ing hit for you to blaze to [Verse 3: Redbak] I'm still chopping up plants, like Edward Scissorhands And I bet you could picture that, with that Instagram I'm amazing, my gift and [?], and all of my wits intact After years of punching cones, bigger than witches hats And its a fact, I write my best lyrics when I'm smashed Then go over them like, "f** yeah, this is mad!" And I still don't know who went through my hidden stash Did I have one to begin with? Is what has me tripping bad f**ing memory loss, I should eventually stop But will I ever? And forever? Potentially not Red pops out of the blue, when someone's mentioning pot Hey boys, pack us a cone, are you sharing or what? Honest to God, I got so much resin in my lungs That sniffer dogs start to bark, when I'm walking past I swear that if I ever decided to donate blood The patient receiving it, would get an instant buzz With some heavy waiters, wave middle finger to any haters See us blazing j's, maybe grape flavoured blunt papers I'm feeling weightless, in orbit, floating inside of a spaceship That's the d**h tape, b**h, dock it as part of your playlist [Outro: Kerser] Kerser, Fortay, Redbak South West Sydney, West Sydney Some sh** for you to blaze to We out