MOD SUN – Smokin’ What I’m Smokin’ On featuring D.R.A.M., Rich The Kid Lyrics

(Chorus – MOD SUN)
Trust me when I say this you ain’t smoking what I’m smoking on
If you rolling with me you better bring the dope along
Only take a hit if you holding on that super strong
You think you got a plug, I been the plug all a long
Holy moly I got OZ’s right now
You should see me I be smoking like its going out of style
I walk down into my basement I call that the green mile
Beanie just gave me the call we bout to chop em all down
My son OG, fully loaded grow it slowly
Members only, don’t ask to hit if you don’t know me
Its that loud, you can hear it if you looking closely
I blow a cloud and that s**t looking ghostly
Trust me when I say this you ain’t smoking what I’m smokin on
If you rollin with me you better bring the dope along
Only take a hit if you holding on that super strong
You think you got a plug, I been the plug all a long

(Verse 1 – Rich The Kid)
Aye, I smoke OG
I’mma OG, smoke from police
You don’t know me, sip that syrup moving slowly
Told that bi**h stop calling, why that bi**h stop calling
Got your hoe she stalking, Loui V, I’m Hawking
I got gas just give me a word
Brick fair f**k around got a deal
23 with a mill, sip that active out a seal
Smoking Cookie pop a pill
Charging 50 a verse, need lean call the nurse
Whip a pot and the skrt, Whip a pot and the skrt
Younging still on the Forbes list, Break a deal talking Forbes s**t
In the club make a mosh pit
I got the gas on the block bi**h

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – MOD SUN)
I’m in my zone off that homegrown, won’t phone home
When I’m with my leaves just leave me alone lone
Please don’t complicate this and ask for a photo
I Would Smoke With You Bro But your s**t look so so
So I’m going solo, yeah I might move to Amsterdam where I belong
I might cop a crib and grow some weed up on my front lawn
Pull up to the coffee shop I bet they banging this song
Still ain’t smoking what we smoking on

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – D.R.A.M.)
I know this Rockstar and his name is
He got a mansion in the hills out LA Cali
He got a ashley Bentley for every other Friday
His other whip is this lil Beamer he whip like a Hyundai
He got all of that from weed and no other drug
Really he the plug, and he should be like Blood
He talks some Quarter P’s like a Quarterback
Like Joe Namath, Montana, Cam Newton Damn
I don’t f**k with Dabs, I just roll up OG
Just cause I gave you dap does not mean you know me
I had to smoke I had to smoke with Dizzy
On the hundred 17th street with all these ni**as
I used to only could afford the grade thats in the middle
Now I only smoke the killer yeah the glue Gorilla
You can smell the pack on me this ain’t faint homie
You can still smell the pack even when it ain’t on me

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro)
Trust me, Trust me when I say this
Trust me, Trust me when I say this
You ain’t smoking what I’m smoking on