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Why do people always know about Richter?
What I do at home, how much I smoke
If I really got as many bongs as I
If my barks about just a game, well, listen up

Drinkin' Vodka, Blue Label, Smirnoff on the
Wishin' I had my sack but I left it a
Vape rips got me trippin', shit, I got lost
Walkin up to my own comin' from the garage

But the ain't over yet I got places to go
Hit the bar to get faded but I needed some
I told him make sure it's but when he brought my bag of green
It was the B.C. so I only got know what I mean

If you dont that's new lingo a phazers an
I dont get more than an if there aint crip out on the plate
New saying it's not crip doesnt mean that it ain't
It means the herb you got ain't close to half as good as mine

That's right the truth hurts but not as bad as the
Comin' up through your when you choke and that's my word
Damn that shit burns I dont like to think, about the Kottonmouth
Youd suffer if you didnt have a

'Cause are the types of things I do
And are the types of tales I tell
ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that smell

Wake up when I want that's the life I lead
Out every night takin' trips week
Hangin' out with my just livin' the life
smokin' outta glass while you hittin' metal pipes

International flights, passport gettin'
You know the showll be tight if KMKs on the
Punk, rock, hip hop, pits seem to stop
When the gettin' tired it's their heads that bob

I got a job but I ain't callin' it
Gettin' to smoke herb ain't work it's absurd
Kottonmouth Kings taken this millennium
Suburban family I know you will be feelin' 'em

Comin' out your stereo or seein' us on
thousands astonished, leavin' ladies in a daze
People shocked and the weak hearted seem to faint
When they take one hit off of Johnny dank

'Cause I keep goin', continuously
the wrappers on my condoms people say that I am golden
I've flowin' like my hydro when I wow those near and far
I'd rather have 10 pounds of chronic then a fuckin' car

'Cause are the types of things I do
And are the types of tales I tell
ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got chronic smell

'Cause these are the of things I do
And these are the types of I tell
People ask me if I I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that smell

Stumble in the front door my jacket on the ground
left, looked right, shit, I looked all around
The house was all quiet didnt a single sound
Grabbed a bottle of and proceeded to pound

About a quarter way through 'bout
Headed to Del Taco 'cause I need to get food
If not I'm puke and I don't want that
Shouldnt of drank 20 beers, have smoked 10 bats

Couldnt relax, is my stomach of course
Shit was comin' up fast and it was with force
Flew past my cords quickly approaching my teeth
Throwin' up every red, yellow, orange, green

it was for me to see right in front of my eyes
A burrito two tacos and my chill fries
Now theres a to learn if you listen right here
Beer, liquor, sicker, liquor, beer, you in the clear

'Cause these are the of things I do
And these are the types of tales I
ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I got that chronic smell

Don't about it
Johnny out smoking the fucking planet all day long
Don't forget I was a underage before you were tasting a bong
smoking for a decade, got ten years under my belt
And I even 24
worry about it

Devastating to ear
to your ear
Devastating to ear