Burn One - Berner, Quez, STRAP

Everybody put your lighters up

It’s the smokers anthem, yee

Burn one, burn one, burn one

I burn one, burn one, burn one

Come on, burn one, burn one, burn one

Chyeah, put your lighters up

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

I’m a true stoner

Burn one, burn one, okay.

Burn one, burn one, burn one

Who you know smoke a whole bag everyday?

Who you know plug with the bags in the bay?

OD on the cookie, finna goddamn faint, damn!

Double cup, yeah I got a goddamn pint

I say it’s cheaper to keep her, but I can’t live without reefer

Lighters up one time, cause you know the procedure, yuh!

Smoke one, smoke one, smoke one

If you a stoner can you roll one?

Atlanta, Georgia what’s up?

I brought a little California weed to smoke

Oh, and, welcome home, El Chapo Guzman

Taste so good I can’t pass it

When I die smoke my ashes

Who you know touch down to a package

A fake name with that burned out address

We live life like who can live the fastest

I’m ridin' with a throw away

Try smoke away the pain but it never go away

Gelato with the Y, tell me why I’m still holdin' weight

Stashspot got a crazy bag

Snowman wax, here take a dab

Leave the stash house with 80 grand

Smoke so good Jamaica have me name their plant

This here is that wave

Lighters up if you came to get paid

Now smoke some if you blaze

Young kingpin in the weed game, burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn one

I burn one, burn one, burn one

Come on, burn one, burn one, burn one

Chyeah, put your lighters up

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

Burn one, burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn one

I’m smokin' Skittles in the studio

Heh, Berner I don’t think they hear me though

They might rap it but we live it tho

Look how we smoke another O

Roll another LO, baby get blazed

In a hotel, got me going both ways

If you got good put that shit in rotation

That some real stoner, damn near smokin' all day

You ain’t gotta share car, got my own seat

Ooo we in the zone, smokin' back to back to back

Smokin' it don’t matter where we at

Lighters up, all my stoners, where you at?

I be in my own world

While I float on the highway and smoke with your girl

100 dollar bills plus the smoke still fresh

And this Lemon Tree shatter feel crazy in my chest

I’m kinda lazy but I’m cool tho

This cookie here turn blue yo

Man, I’mma need a pack zen

I used to hustle in the rain and pay the rent, now I’m presedential

Rolex, ridin' in the Benz, 20 bitches on my dick

And I’m fuckin' all their friends, can we smoke some?

This exotic shit taste great

Fire up, can we pour another 8, mmm?

Fire weed got my eyes red

All eyes on me, that’s what Pac said (Pac said)

All that fake ass frontin', you need to stop that

Try to smoke with me, you fuck around and drop that, yeah, yeah

Lemon Tree got the room smokin'

Sippin' on some to make me move slowly

Yeah, got a pocket full of Percocets

On stage, try’na see which girl can twerk the best

Wow wow, oh yeah, she do it

Got a zip of cookies, we runnin' through it, through it…

Got a zip of Sherb and we runnin' through it, through it…

You just gotta pull up, shawty we can burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn one

I burn one, burn one, burn one

Come on, burn one, burn one, burn one

Chyeah, put your lighters up

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

Burn one, burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn one

Yeah, I’m in my motherfuckin' zone while I’m ridin alone

I’m about to burn one, yeah

Where all my money getters at tho?

Atlanta to the dirty bay, this that bay shit

I see a shit