Stoner Simpson - Last 7 grams Lyrics

Stoooooner
I got a quarter in the bag and a quarter tank of gas
Can I make it through the week though

It's hard being a stoner when you can't afford it
That's why I used to trap, I ain't wait for endorsements
My first year, I ran them bases like Corbin
In the kitchen with the chicken, I be chefin

Tried to tell my bitches that I cook better than Gordon
I can call my nigga Rob for whatever
I can call my nigga Rick for whatever
So if I ever make it big, I'll probably send him on a trip to wherever

Niggas follow trends, but stoner the meta
Couple pounds in the dresser
If she with me, she can roll up whenever
Long as we smokin' together

Couple pounds in the dresser
If she with me, she can roll up whenever
Long as we smokin' together

Bet not take none of my weed and go and smoke it wit them niggas that be smokin' that dirt

And tell them niggas that they smoke what they worth
And that's dirt
In the clouds, I'm lookin' down at you niggas

I could front a couple pounds to you niggas
Tryna ride my wave, I watched a lot of niggas sink and drown
Niggas scared to leave the trenches, only tough when they in town
I be takin' trips, know all about them ups and downs

Back and forth to Cali, I done lost a lot of pounds
Stoner liftin' weights, he really got it off the muscle
Stoner smoke and wait, he put the pieces to the puzzle
Stoner smokin' good, I can't forget about the struggle

Three for tens, I used to smoke a couple

I got a quarter in the bag and a quarter tank of gas
Can I make it through the week though
It's hard bein' a stoner when you can't afford it

That's why I used to trap, I ain't wait for endorsements
My first year, I ran them bases like Corbin
In the kitchen with the chicken, I be chefin
Tried to tell my bitches that I cook better than Gordon

Ramsey