Lyrics

Verse 1 (Oskee)

Space out on a wave.
3rd eye full of haze.
Hippie chick go both ways.
Ehhh, chill out.
Cutie, Q-P.
Nipple ring, booty.
Smoke good, look good.
Watch how we pull up.
Cloud full of that smoke.
(Pull up)
Zero 60 I go
(Pull up)
Mushroom caps to the dome
(Pull up)
Teleport through the phone.
(Pull up, Skerrt)
Gone.
Take a hit from that bong.
Skywalker that strong.
Rebel hippie I’m on.
I could do no, I could do no,
I could do no wrong.
I am in my, I am in my,
I am in my zone.
Headband full of tabs.
Jimmi Hendrix on tha pad.
Hippie shit in my DNA.
Grab a milli, blow the cash.

Chorus (Oskee)

Whats in my bag?
Dabs, slabs. (when we pull up)
Trunk full of grass.
Stash, cash. (when we pull up)
Look at that ass. (when we pull up)
Got that on smash. (when we pull up)
Tell me why you mad.
Swallow stems and caps.
When we pull up.

Verse 2 (Adoo)

Brown bag too the duffle.
Duffle to that Gucci.
Louie 13 crumbled up in the doobie.
Loose of that Lucy.
Mama so groovy.
Ouwee, that booty, deserve it own movie.
Love we unruly.
Adoo got no chill.
Sipping some shroom tea, rubys in my grill.
My bag vac sealed, strawberry field.
Kamp on the bill, there’s no fire drill.
Marshall pull up, the air look like cream cheese.
Top shelf in BC, tims feel like yeezys.
Ain’t been a party like this since Ken Kesey’s.
RVs in the lot, bunch of rebels and hippies.

Chorus (Oskee)

Whats in my bag?
Dabs, slabs. (when we pull up)
Trunk full of grass.
Stash, cash. (when we pull up)
Look at that ass. (when we pull up)
Got that on smash. (when we pull up)
Tell me why you mad.
Swallow stems and caps.
When we pull up.

Verse 3 (Demrick)

Definitely in my bag here.
Been a minute since i had a bad year.
I remember shedding my tears.
Now I’m getting money like a cashier.
Times have changed, I’m living good, I’m smoking good.
Call my momma,things have worked out like they should.
(oh yeah we made it)
Now we go put on the neighborhood.
We smoking gaslato, rolled up in the woods.
We burn big, this the underground, call it counter pop.
Now we sell legal weed out in California across the counter top.
Best believe my team got the best green in the shop.
We gonna let em count the clock.
While we go and count this gwap.
Getting paid everyday.
Got some flavors on my tray.
Got some bitches on the way.
With my niggas to the grave

Chorus (Oskee)

Whats in my bag?
Dabs, slabs. (when we pull up)
Trunk full of grass.
Stash, cash. (when we pull up)
Look at that ass. (when we pull up)
Got that on smash. (when we pull up)
Tell me why you mad.
Swallow stems and caps.
When we pull up.