Issue No 110 Light It Up Lyrics
Light It Up by Issue No. 110
Light it up
Cookie dough with a raw set
OG kush in my turkey bags
Ten piece by the belt, that's all he had
Hard, sour D, should've read that
Kush clouds out the sun roof
My edged there, I keep attacking at the same booth
Smell like a pound of that loud pack
Take it here, hold it in, pass my blunt back
Have a glass, should be stiff for a mil' hash
Every time I blaze, the best treat you ever had
I'm a marijuana connoisseur
When the time get cold I see the cookers blow up
420, all is looking like 100 balls
Running back 100 babies of that easy clothes
I be blessed, sticks back to back, hard to tell'
Light it up
Now who smell more blunts than a little bit
What are you, an idiot? Looking at a pif that I hit
I blow pounds, extend to your town and burn it down
That loud pack, volume 10, no turning down
Got molly got me turned up but too cool to sweat, though
Blunt full of gas, I ain't talking about petrol
Green like a gecko, sell a couple pounds and make green in the ghetto
That loud screaming like Fredro
Swim, Onix, Crabs, chronic, fuck fried dollars, I got bands on it
Mantronichs
The kid stay stupid, fresh Louis belt, Louis vest
Smoking Buddha and Buddha passed
Yes, I blow the best like the green, though
If it ain't loud, what the fuck about the weed, boy
I'm sitting on Kobes, little weeds blow
Smoking on the jet, MC, go
Light it up
Go big, smoked up in my Panamera
Blew so much cookies now I'm feeling para'
CBC on top of the new era
Tapped out, blowing on that new berry
Sour Ds mixed in with a little cherry
Holy smoke, joints only when necessary
I need a 50 fox and some swishers, man
I miss mixing A with the champagne
I keep my trees in a glass jar
Fucking with my nigs at the hash bar
Smoking wax out the trippy stick
Blunts being rolled by my pretty bitch
And I stay on some city shit
So fire up motherfucker another split
That nigga we loathing, out here needing wicks so I can roll it
Light it up
Cookie dough with a raw set
OG kush in my turkey bags
Ten piece by the belt, that's all he had
Hard, sour D, should've read that
Kush clouds out the sun roof
My edged there, I keep attacking at the same booth
Smell like a pound of that loud pack
Take it here, hold it in, pass my blunt back
Have a glass, should be stiff for a mil' hash
Every time I blaze, the best treat you ever had
I'm a marijuana connoisseur
When the time get cold I see the cookers blow up
420, all is looking like 100 balls
Running back 100 babies of that easy clothes
I be blessed, sticks back to back, hard to tell'
Light it up
Now who smell more blunts than a little bit
What are you, an idiot? Looking at a pif that I hit
I blow pounds, extend to your town and burn it down
That loud pack, volume 10, no turning down
Got molly got me turned up but too cool to sweat, though
Blunt full of gas, I ain't talking about petrol
Green like a gecko, sell a couple pounds and make green in the ghetto
That loud screaming like Fredro
Swim, Onix, Crabs, chronic, fuck fried dollars, I got bands on it
Mantronichs
The kid stay stupid, fresh Louis belt, Louis vest
Smoking Buddha and Buddha passed
Yes, I blow the best like the green, though
If it ain't loud, what the fuck about the weed, boy
I'm sitting on Kobes, little weeds blow
Smoking on the jet, MC, go
Light it up
Go big, smoked up in my Panamera
Blew so much cookies now I'm feeling para'
CBC on top of the new era
Tapped out, blowing on that new berry
Sour Ds mixed in with a little cherry
Holy smoke, joints only when necessary
I need a 50 fox and some swishers, man
I miss mixing A with the champagne
I keep my trees in a glass jar
Fucking with my nigs at the hash bar
Smoking wax out the trippy stick
Blunts being rolled by my pretty bitch
And I stay on some city shit
So fire up motherfucker another split
That nigga we loathing, out here needing wicks so I can roll it
Light it up