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(Tyguy)
I only get my herb from the tops of the trees, smokin' dank header blunts all day in Gazeebs
Friday's here, dubsacks-a-plenty
Gotcha boys up in here and they're rollin' mad blizz-ays
and when the blazin's all said and done
let's load up the car and go for a stoge run
hit up ya boy for a pack of twenty sevens
gnar and stoge sends me straight to heaven
you know what I want when my eyes are red
a couple of girls up in my bed, riding my face and giving me head
I hope the cool guy's working when we grab the dutch
1.75 no need to touch those wraps, fuck boy, 'cause that shit's whack
Pass the Doritos, 'cause here's a snack attack
There ain't any trick bitches in Gazeebs, they say
Just some trill motherfuckers all day everyday
And we'll have some fun even though we're couch-locked
Super Smash Bros, Mario Kart, and Star Fox
(D-Wood)
Me I get my herbs from the bottom, we got 'em
Play the game, make ya feel ashamed like Saddam
Hussein, these words now I hope they're forgotten
'Cause I speak the truth, stay fresh not rotten
You can find me up in Gazeebs, almost every hour
Leavin' suckas left out in the cold now bound to cower
Taste in my mouth be left so sour
'Cause we are the Squad that runs on Gnar Power
(Tyguy)
Never underestimate resin
Roast the remains of ya bud and feel somethin'
When my rents take my loot and I got Saturday detention
I wanna get baked so I blaze the cake
Use the boost to chase mad blunts to my face
Roll up another ace and we'll float to a nice place
Gazeebs, is the place I go
where there ain't no edge kids, just plenty of hydro
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