"420 Premium Quality" lyrics

Want it
I bought it
Got it
I'm breaking it down
I'm gonna roll it up
Light it
Puff it
Then pass it around

They say that this is shit
Couple hits hit you harder than a slap
Couple rips from the zip will have you tripping up off the track
Took a pull when I pull up
And now I'm sparked
Before I lift off
I put the whip back up in park
Turning off the headlights
Sitting in the dark
And I'm halfway to outer space
Bumping Fall Apart

I'm so- High
Need to roll the windows down
I'm cold
If I get out, I'm
Falling to the ground
Took a sip of some liquor to wash the dry mouth down
'Cause they packing up the bowl for the next round

Fat clouds of smoke, ashtrays is tamed
Fat joints between these yellow fingernails
Big bags of weed, big wind like sails
Big clouds of smoke, break down them tales

I'm saying
All
You motherfuckers better sing along
Right into the ashtray where we belong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
From the back to the
Dank to the tray
To the bong

All you motherfuckers better sing along
Right into the ashtray where we belong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
From the back to the dank
To the tray to the
Bong

Let me show you
What I'm talking 'bout
You can smell it through the bag
I promise it's the smelliest shit that you ever had
And you can't even find the kind of shit I go and grab
So don't worry 'bout where it's from and just hit it hard as you can

Oh
I don't think that you understand
And I just keep on smoking and smoking
Gram after gram
The shit I got right now is so potent, you wouldn't last
It'll have you feel like you're floating
This shit is gas
I hope you don't think that I'm joking
Go 'head and laugh
I got another one rolled
So light it and take a drag

This shit is out of control, really, it
Was a blast
But I can't even fuck with the kind of weed that you pass
I'm on another level, another planet with grass
If you see me, better stop all that rolling up of the trash
I don't even gotta hit it
I can tell by the ash
It's a sad day
Of smoking if I don't come with
The smash

All you motherfuckers better sing along
Right into the ashtray where we belong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
From the back to the dank to the tray to the bong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
Right into the ashtray where we belong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
From the back to the dank to the tray to the bong

Puff it, pass it
Give it to me, I'ma hit it
Sticky, nasty, resin on my tips
Got
A little on my lip, now I'm
Looking trashy
Fuck 'em all 'cause I'm
High, looking trashy

Puff it, pass it, give it
To me, I'ma hit it
Sticky, nasty, resin on my tips
Got a little on my lip, now
I'm looking trashy
Fuck 'em all 'cause
I'm high, looking trashy

All you motherfuckers better sing along
Right into the ashtray where we belong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
From the back to the dank to the tray to the bong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
Right into the ashtray where we belong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
From the back to the dank to the tray to the bong

All you motherfuckers better sing along
Roll that shit up, light that shit up
Roll that shit up, light that shit up
All you motherfuckers better sing along
Roll that shit up, light that shit up
Roll that shit up, light that shit up
All you motherfuckers better sing along

Right into the ashtray where we belong
All you motherfuckers better sing along
From the back to the dank to the tray to the
Bong