7 states 8 chains I let the birds float.. We ride and toke to the tire smoke, Baby it’s the start for you and me I know you miss me I hear it in your voice sound jaded when the turbo hit the noise.. You hear that waste gate hash holes blowing From the start it’s a five year void when they know you the best and the reason for them checks… Making more then a million every season bars dope got the pot heads phenin for shrooms at the candy store.. Baby I’m Lungz see that smoke steamin I hit that bussdown cost more then my bus now.. I’m sweating bars up from the swamps now it’s sticky it’s 3.5 that means it’s 60.. gars and hash holes can you burn in a 3 min verse 28 grams rolled up so it didn’t work smoked up that’s a zip for 3 hr show.. Sing along baby you know how this crowd grows its 5’5 baddies in the section you know they repping nothing but short skirts and that lethal weapon.. I’m Lungz this my profession x2 Lethal weapons with baddies repping my section I ain’t like those other dudes the shit I spit is glue.. writing platinums off that powdered table I don’t do drugs im just the label..