Smoking On Purple

Ease your mind a little bit (ease your mind)

Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin’ blunt)

Lift back that sunroof (lift back your shit nigga)

This that shit that we high to

This that shit that we vibe to

This that shit that we get high to

That gangster music nigga

And you can try but you ain't Lil’ Boosie nigga no (no)

Bad bitches got you feelin’ great

Looked at my CEO like CEO let’s get this cake, baby

I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I'm player made

All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away

I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback

Everybody wanna take pictures they like, “Damn, you Mr. Kodak.”

Smoke comin’ out my sun roof a nigga shining

A nigga love gettin’ pussy love rocking diamonds

If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle your business

And you don’t need no nigga, be independent

It’s murder murder niggas beefin’ niggas slingin’ nines

And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind

Smokin’ on purple ease my mind

This that shit that we get high to… yeah

It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep you nine

This that shit that we ride to… yeah

I know the game I know the street

I got the raps you got the beats

And we're gonna lay it down real sweet

So you all can ride, head bobbin side to side

I don’t want shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga’s vibe

When you down and out, don’t nobody trust you

But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you

It’s still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look)

they still racist, I can see it on them bitches’ faces

that’s why I’m smokin’ and laughin’ I got my grind on

And they don’t feel my struggle they think my mind gone

That’s why it’s murder, murder kill, kill on the corner

These little niggas got big pistols ready to put it on your

So, when you die you might as well be high

Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie?

That’s why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday

Two glocks cocked so they don’t bruise me

Smoking on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, nigga

Eyes barely open and I’m glued to the backseat

Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me

This shit must got something in it, niggas slipped some crack with weed

Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe

Got me fumblin’ and trippin’ almost passed the blunt to Cee

Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squinting tryin’ to see

And they don’t know what time it is but I know it’s time to eat

Ridin’ dirty bumping, ridin’ dirty know how that shit be

One day your hear and the next day you going on repeat

With that nine up in my reach right now dyin’ ain’t for me

Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I’m too high to go to sleep

Bust a hooty when you rollin’ potent as you s’posed to be

You be rollin’ and smokin’ ‘em back to back consistently

Keep movin’ dutches to Phillies, garcias, and shisha sweets

Young savage don't really care just put that shit in the air