"Flavours 2 (QWYA)" lyrics
Take some time
In the mood with a little dedication
We ain't rushing, we just pacing, yeah
Feeling every moment that we're making, yeah
You've been running nonstop, let me ease your mind
Talk to me soft, tell me what you can't find
I got you, baby, you one of a kind (Zino Records, hahahaha)
You and me, let's take some time
I mix the rosin with the Z, fuck a Z, I want a P
I nearly lost my memory 'cause I was off the lemon tree
Driving in the big body, let me light this biscotti
Yeah, I move a lot of sprite, Z's usually what I like
Smoking zushis in the night, nah, we don't do no white
Told 'em don't be holding back on that Pinksa Doja pack, uh
Never had a nine-to-five, trapping was my first job
Threw my guys some Ps, they weren't dogs, they were terphogs
All these different strains, it's like I won the flavour lotto
Still smoking cherry pie, but now they call it grape gelato, uh
We got cherry poppers, we got lemon poppers
We the crop circle 'cause me and my friends are croppers
I was smoking medical and it was mad dead
Rather smoke some Harrybo Z or some crab legs
My nigga built the M-O-Z with triple filter
And you know I got a stash of some Moroccan hash
Yeah, it's your boy Big Stackz from the Tenko
Holding it down with my brother Jad the Plug
At the Zushi headquarters
Shout out to my brother Nina with the Nina
Holding down the foundation
Shout out Crop Circle, catch the wave
It's Big Stackz, baby
I wish death to all my enemies, I wanna see my niggas free
Miss my nigga Jazzy, so I smoke a little wizard tree
Can't be smoking mids if you're chilling with me
Hit two of this, my nigga, it's original Z
All them paddies that I ran through, you can ask the trackers
Now me and did a new dive and asked rappers, uh
Turn a strip into a weed chemist
Try this blueberry Z, fam, I got a Z face
It was forty for a Q back in my era
Now they charge you that for a gram of some Pie Taylor
They wonder how I make so much money
How I'm so productive after I ate all them gummies, uh
Where you're from, they're all on the packet
Where I'm from, they hardly smoke weed, they just want some static
And if I need some sess, I holler the rax
And I don't care what it's called as long as it's gas
In the mood with a little dedication
We ain't rushing, we just pacing, yeah
Feeling every moment that we're making, yeah
You've been running nonstop, let me ease your mind
Talk to me soft, tell me what you can't find
I got you, baby, you one of a kind (Zino Records, hahahaha)
You and me, let's take some time
I mix the rosin with the Z, fuck a Z, I want a P
I nearly lost my memory 'cause I was off the lemon tree
Driving in the big body, let me light this biscotti
Yeah, I move a lot of sprite, Z's usually what I like
Smoking zushis in the night, nah, we don't do no white
Told 'em don't be holding back on that Pinksa Doja pack, uh
Never had a nine-to-five, trapping was my first job
Threw my guys some Ps, they weren't dogs, they were terphogs
All these different strains, it's like I won the flavour lotto
Still smoking cherry pie, but now they call it grape gelato, uh
We got cherry poppers, we got lemon poppers
We the crop circle 'cause me and my friends are croppers
I was smoking medical and it was mad dead
Rather smoke some Harrybo Z or some crab legs
My nigga built the M-O-Z with triple filter
And you know I got a stash of some Moroccan hash
Yeah, it's your boy Big Stackz from the Tenko
Holding it down with my brother Jad the Plug
At the Zushi headquarters
Shout out to my brother Nina with the Nina
Holding down the foundation
Shout out Crop Circle, catch the wave
It's Big Stackz, baby
I wish death to all my enemies, I wanna see my niggas free
Miss my nigga Jazzy, so I smoke a little wizard tree
Can't be smoking mids if you're chilling with me
Hit two of this, my nigga, it's original Z
All them paddies that I ran through, you can ask the trackers
Now me and did a new dive and asked rappers, uh
Turn a strip into a weed chemist
Try this blueberry Z, fam, I got a Z face
It was forty for a Q back in my era
Now they charge you that for a gram of some Pie Taylor
They wonder how I make so much money
How I'm so productive after I ate all them gummies, uh
Where you're from, they're all on the packet
Where I'm from, they hardly smoke weed, they just want some static
And if I need some sess, I holler the rax
And I don't care what it's called as long as it's gas
