Green Suicide

I got my own strand of ************, it's comin’ out
It’s called Green Suicide
It’s got be at y’all local dispensary
This that ************t, This that ************t
That’ll have you sky high
This that ************t, This that ************t
That’ll have you with them wide eyes
This that ************t, this that ************t
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
This that ************t, This that ************t
Have you leaning’ with a ratchet hoe
This that ************t, this that ************t
That have you light up on a dab
This that ************t, this that ************t
And blow that ************t all in the air
This that ************t, this that ************t
It make you loose yo ******’ mind
This that ************t, This that ************t
We call it Green Suicide

This that ************t will have you feeling like you Superman
This that ************t that have you feelin’ like you in a Lamb
This the type of ************t that make you blow a hundred grand
This the type of ************t that make yo ************ come ****** the fam
Once you take one hit of this you gon’ feel so high you not coming’ back
This is that ************t that have me wildin’ and spazzin’ on all of them tracks
This is that ************t that have me pimpin’ ************ that bringin’ me racks
All in the while I be smellin’ like Cookies
And ************t while I’m running through racks
Aye this that ************t you never smoked before
Yeah this that ************t that make you wanna choke
Aye this that ************t that’ll have you on the floor (yeah)
Aye this that ************t that’ll make you kick a door

This that ************t, This that ************t
That’ll have you sky high

That’ll have you with them wide eyes
This that ************t, this that ************t
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
This that ************t, this that ************t
Have you leaning’ with a ratchet hoe
This that ************t, this that ************t
That have you light up on a dab
This that ************t, this that ************t
And blow that ************t all in the air
This that ************t, this that ************t
It make you loose yo ******’ mind
This that ************t, this that ************t
We call it Green Suicide

Put that ************t off in your lungs
Break it down roll you a joint
We smoke it all til its done
Three pounds that's all just for fun
Beef with my squad better run
Millions I want more than one
Bad hoes I want more than one
Just a bought a car for my son
Put that ************t in the garage he’ll drive it when he’s old enough
Had to go switch up my bank the old one wouldn’t hold enough
Old ************ cuttin’ me off say I don’t hit they phone enough
If you ain’t down with the gang then my nig you can’t roll with us
Codeine in the Soda, I put KK in the cone
And I took a ************ and I don’t know her
Pour some drink I’m never sober
I done rolled a hundred joints and I don’t leave the crib
Even hit snoop hit it once and said he need a zip, ******

This that ************t, This that ************t
That’ll have you sky high
This that ************t, this that ************t
That’ll have you with them wide eyes
This that ************t, this that ************t
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
This that ************t, this that ************t
Have you leaning’ with a ratchet hoe
This that ************t, this that ************t
That have you light up on a dab
This that ************t, this that ************t
And blow that ************t all in the air
This that ************t, this that ************t
It make you loose yo ******’ mind
This that ************t, this that ************t
We call it Green Suicide

I’m working like a boss, smokin’ like a chief
Smokin’ on a pound lookin’ like a reef
This ************t put you down put yo ass to sleep
This ************t have me buyin’ a pound every other week
3-5 in my zone, she like damn this long (mm hmm)
One puff and she gone, she like damn this ************t strong
I’m like yeah ************ I’m on, You ain’t used to this ************t
You ain’t used to this fire ************, you ain’t used to gettin’ lit
Aye, this that ************t that make you act a fool
Aye, this that ************t that have you skippin’ school
Aye, this that ************t that make you go bizerk
But this that ************t that make you put in work

This that ************t, This that ************t
That’ll have you sky high
This that ************t, this that ************t
That’ll have you with them wide eyes
This that ************t, this that ************t
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
This that ************t, this that ************t
Have you leaning’ with a ratchet hoe
This that ************t, this that ************t
That have you light up on a dab
This that ************t, this that ************t
And blow that ************t all in the air
This that ************t, this that ************t
It make you loose yo ******’ mind
This that ************t, this that ************t
We call it Green Suicide

We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
Go to your local dispensary tell em' you want new Juicy J ************
Green Suicide ******, knock you on your mother******' ass ****** this that ************t