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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Domo Genesis
Domo Genesis
Vocals
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Vocals
Hodgy Beats
Hodgy Beats
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Songwriter
Dominique Cole
Dominique Cole
Songwriter
Gerard Long II
Gerard Long II
Songwriter
Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Syd
Syd
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My money burn, synonymous the treatment of the fuzzy herb
I keep it G, in places you wishin' you and your **** be
Salute the gang, bitches cheerin' loud for the winnin' team
Bring it home, pull it out, break it down, roll it up
Smell it while we rollin' down the street, you **** know it's us
We got that fire, man, you **** know what's up
King Zag papers, Juan the only **** rollin' blunts
Other than that, you lame **** is whack
Smokin' on a J, while I'm smokin' on a track
Cliche shit, stay way way far from basic
Kush cologne, I wear mines, no K-Swiss
Damn, all I get is high
And brains from a long-haired mistress, prefer the skin and light
Prejudice, marijuana evidence
Pipes, bong, vapes, got me blown out my element, element
[Verse 2]
Every single day I smoke (Smoke)
Every single day I smoke (I Smoke)
Every single day I smoke
Every single day I smoke
I get high, I get high, grams of the greenback
I get high, I get high, grams of the green sacks
I get high, I get high, grams of the greenback
I get high, I get high, grams of the green sacks
[Verse 3]
I grasp my intoxication, digital cinema, third dimension
I can't move, verb suspension
Puttin' my lips to the purp, hemp burns is temptin'
Bitches in the studio, and we copped about a quarter
On the phone with her dad, I'm gettin' high with his daughter
Euphoria, mouth cotton percent, a hundred
Many places I go, or I have went, I'm blunted
Weed, you got it, I want it, I want it if you got weed
T-T-H-H-H-H-C
Out of no eyes, I'm so high, hashish I can provide
In yo' life, you gotta pick it up, 'cause I have no ride
When you arrive, I'll be outside loiterin'
I hate potheads who front like they don't blaze it
Your body needs Mary Jane, ****, it craves it
I welcome Mary Jane, she doesn't violate
Inhale, exhale, feel the vibration
[Verse 4]
Smoke it up
Smoke it up
Smoke it up
Bitch, smoke it up
Smoke it up
Bitch, smoke it up
Wanna smoke it up
Bitch, smoke it up
[Verse 5]
Lady, you can pass it to the right
Lady, you can pass it to the right
Lady, you can pass it to the right
Lady, you can pass it to the right
Lady, you can pass it to the right
Right now, I'm tryna take a height
From the cloud down, so pass it to the right
So we can be higher than a
[Verse 6]
Smoke it up
Bitch, smoke it up
Come on, ****, smoke it up
Shit, you gon' smoke or what?
Alright then, bitch, smoke it up
Roll it up to smoke it up
Shit, I'm smoked up
Fuck, smoke it up
[Verse 7]
Baby, you can pass it to the right
Lady, you can pass it to the right
Baby, you can pass it to the right
Shit, you can pass it to the right
Baby, you can pass it to the right
Baby, you can pass it to the right
Puff, puff it, then pass it to the right
So we can be higher than a
[Verse 8]
Smoke it up
Smoke it up
Smoke it up
Drop it
Pass it to the right
Higher than a
Yeah, Wolf Gang
Written by: Christopher Breaux, Dominique Cole, Gerard Long, Gerard Long II, Tyler Okonma
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