Lighter Back

Lyrics

Casper on the beat Shoutouts to my nigga Trap House I know he got some weed I'ma let this breathe for a minute I know Fiend got some weed I definitely know Spitta got some weed [Verse 1: Fendi P] You ever had a pack so good, wan' keep all to yourself? Man I swear, that's how I feel, I find the purple and it's real Or a pint and it's sealed, niggas smile from ear to ear But I left that shit alone, this time for real, and that's trill So it's Clicquot by the caseloads, OG all I want though Chain smoke, you hating, you could die off his own smoke Gun smoke, nah nah, you don't want no Love a four-door, I'm just so playa in this coupe, hoe [Interlude: Fiend] This gas [Chorus: Fiend] Imma need my lighter back I just got me the loudest pack I'm smoking and groovin, and yo bitch choosin And we're on our way to get another bag Imma need my lighter back I just got me the loudest pack Break it down, rollin, ridin' and smoking And we're on our way to get another bag Imma need my lighter back [Verse 2: Curren$y] Super stoned, but I'm focused, all my quotes is dopeness Weak shit, I never rolled it, keep them bricks unloading In record time we sold it, hit my phone for mo' shit Studio gotta stay open, bro, cause I'm always going in I brought a zone with me, if I run out I gotta call my girl to come get me, I must revisit the stash Grab another jar of gas, dawg, don't trip, I be right back, homie Just keep pulling up tracks, I'm finna write to that [Interlude: Curren$y] Eastside on mine, just like every time Always outside, that's them suckas who hide [Chorus: Fiend] Imma need my lighter back I just got me the loudest pack I'm smoking and groovin, and yo bitch choosin And we're on our way to get another bag Imma need my lighter back I just got me the loudest pack Break it down, rollin, ridin' and smoking And we're on our way to get another bag Imma need my lighter back [Verse 3: Fiend] Leaf kush, we gon' need us a lotta that With blocks of hash, do a lotta dabs, we smoke This JLR, we no joke, I A&R so dope, hit records by the kilo Some come with the hero, she say I save her libido Still ride candy on colors, cocaine on monster No evidence, no can't touch, don't confuse things, I'm a hustler They'll sleep with your own, season flavor That pastor try make ya hug And church try to make millions with your neighbour Reach me my papers, smoking all the flavors [Chorus: Fiend] Imma need my lighter back I just got me the loudest pack I'm smoking and groovin, and yo bitch choosin And we're on our way to get another bag Imma need my lighter back I just got me the loudest pack Break it down, rollin, ridin' and smoking And we're on our way to get another bag Imma need my lighter back