Z8 - Campfire Lyrics

I been smoking woods, you're smoking swishers
I can't stay right her I'm on a mission
I got the studio calling and I kind of miss it
I got the gas calling and you know I'm tryn' get lifted
You bussin' shots
You finna get caught
I got a king
Don't got no Glock
Motherfuckers hating, be all on my cock
'Round here they're all hoes, they sucking for pot
That man got jumped
Left at the spot
Baby my last worry is a red dot
Pussies all tryna act like they forgot
Chasing the light you could call me a moth
Quit bitching
Bitch in my DM's don't know the system
But she looking fire like the stove up in my kitchen
Steady sippin'
Crossed off gas and henny damn I'm with it
I swear that my dreams the only reason that I'm living
Check statistics
If you're here now you gone be a witness
Some of y'all gone be to salty even to admit it
My shits glisten
To much sauce on my fit you can't miss it
You'd think that its raining 'cuz I'm tall and cuz' I'm dripping
I been smoking woods, you're smoking swishers
I can't stay right her I'm on a mission
I got the studio calling and I kind of miss it
I got the gas calling and you know I'm tryn' get lifted
I been smoking woods, you're smoking swishers
I can't stay right her I'm on a mission
I got the studio calling and I kind of miss it
I got the gas calling and you know I'm tryn' get lifted
5 G's in my wood
Pussy boy I wish you would try
No lie
My blunt out here looking like a campfire
Told her that I'm good
I saw stars right when I stood, like
Stand by
Take me home baby because I might die

I been smoking woods, you're smoking swishers
I can't stay right her I'm on a mission
I got the studio calling and I kind of miss it
I got the gas calling and you know I'm tryn' get lifted
You bussin' shots
You finna get caught
I got a king
Don't got no Glock
Motherfuckers hating, be all on my cock
'Round here they're all hoes, they sucking for pot
That man got jumped
Left at the spot
Baby my last worry is a red dot
Pussies all tryna act like they forgot
Chasing the light you could call me a moth
Quit bitching
Bitch in my DM's don't know the system
But she looking fire like the stove up in my kitchen
Steady sippin'
Crossed off gas and henny damn I'm with it
I swear that my dreams the only reason that I'm living
Check statistics
If you're here now you gone be a witness
Some of y'all gone be to salty even to admit it
My shits glisten
To much sauce on my fit you can't miss it
You'd think that its raining 'cuz I'm tall and cuz' I'm dripping
I been smoking woods, you're smoking swishers
I can't stay right her I'm on a mission
I got the studio calling and I kind of miss it
I got the gas calling and you know I'm tryn' get lifted
I been smoking woods, you're smoking swishers
I can't stay right her I'm on a mission
I got the studio calling and I kind of miss it
I got the gas calling and you know I'm tryn' get lifted
5 G's in my wood
Pussy boy I wish you would try
No lie
My blunt out here looking like a campfire
Told her that I'm good
I saw stars right when I stood, like
Stand by
Take me home baby because I might die