[00:00.00] 作词 : Cameron Thomaz/John Julian
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Cameron Thomaz/John Julian
[00:00.00] Yeah, it's young, ya know?
[00:07.89]Crack that shit down
[00:10.17]Roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
[00:15.99]Nah, bitch that, face this one, yeah
[00:21.06]This for all my true weed smokers
[00:23.10]Yeah, bitch, ask me what's wrong with me?
[00:26.04]I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
[00:28.50](That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
[00:36.72]Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
[00:39.96]I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
[00:42.03](That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
[00:50.25]Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
[00:53.43]I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
[00:55.74]Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
[00:59.07]But I'm stayin' high
[01:00.39]I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
[01:04.20]Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
[01:07.44](And then I'm gone)
[01:07.98]Off that Cali bud, what the **** you chokin' on?
[01:10.92]Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion
[01:14.52]And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
[01:17.64]Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up
[01:20.43]('Til it's all gone)
[01:21.45]Get a pound, break it down
[01:24.84]I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
[01:27.45]And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
[01:31.08]Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
[01:34.26](And then, I'm gone)
[01:34.80]I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
[01:37.98]Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
[01:41.49]My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
[01:44.16]Niggas askin' me what's wrong
[01:45.96]Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
[01:50.91]I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
[01:53.01](That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
[01:57.84]Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
[02:01.08]I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
[02:03.15](That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
[02:11.34]Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
[02:14.52]I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank
[02:17.16]Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
[02:20.31]Hennessey and Hydro, rhyme slow
[02:22.68]Bitch, I'm on a different type of vibe
[02:24.90]This a different type of shit
[02:26.49]And I'm a different type a high
[02:28.47](My nigga, I'm gone)
[02:29.04]To a place that you probably never been in life
[02:31.98]Smokin' Purple Kryptonite
[02:33.51]Make sure you curl that Swisher right
[02:35.43]'Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin'
[02:38.40]Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free
[02:40.35]I duck 'em, roll somethin'
[02:41.85](Then, I'm gone)
[02:42.60]In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
[02:46.83]Got me blown, I get more than high
[02:48.93]Fresh off of the plane
[02:50.22]Head start into my hotel
[02:52.29]Nigga man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
[02:55.20](Even when I'm gone)
[02:55.92]I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
[02:59.49]Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
[03:02.64]My eyes low and my words are getting slow
[03:05.31]Niggas askin' me what's wrong
[03:06.99]I blew some smoke up out my nose and said, I'm gone
[03:12.03]I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
[03:14.16](That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
[03:18.96]Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
[03:22.20]I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
[03:24.27](That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
[03:32.49]Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

作词 : Cameron Thomaz/John Julian
作曲 : Cameron Thomaz/John Julian
Yeah, it's young, ya know?
Crack that shit down
Roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, bitch that, face this one, yeah
This for all my true weed smokers
Yeah, bitch, ask me what's wrong with me?
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
But I'm stayin' high
I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
(And then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the **** you chokin' on?
Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up
('Til it's all gone)
Get a pound, break it down
I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
(And then, I'm gone)
I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me what's wrong
Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank
Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
Hennessey and Hydro, rhyme slow
Bitch, I'm on a different type of vibe
This a different type of shit
And I'm a different type a high
(My nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life
Smokin' Purple Kryptonite
Make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin'
Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free
I duck 'em, roll somethin'
(Then, I'm gone)
In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high
Fresh off of the plane
Head start into my hotel
Nigga man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
(Even when I'm gone)
I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low and my words are getting slow
Niggas askin' me what's wrong
I blew some smoke up out my nose and said, I'm gone
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low