100 Joints (20 Joints Part 2) - Berner

I’m ridin', smokin', I live by the ocean

A peacoat filled with cash, I ain’t boastin'

I touchdown

I used to rock a duck tail

Learned how to milk a bitch to make a drug sale

You ever seen a million dollars in cash?

Made a right on Eddy no more ho’s in the trap

All zombies in the TL

Even though I miss the block I love the retail

In a S650 no CL

I’m on track, ain’t no way they gonna derail

When you see bern it’s a light show

Hella bags I light fire like a pyro

Keep your gun clean, it’s a cold world

I just chucked a hundred thousand atta old girl

Real Bay shit, I miss North Beach

Late night, ridin' round, 4 deep

A hundred joints since number twenty

Many bitches, crazy money

If you smoke I hope it’s from me

Selling dope in other countries

A hundred joints since number twenty

Many bitches, crazy money

If you smoke I hope it’s from me

Selling dope in other countries

I’m moving different, they laugh when they tripping

My north face cover the glock, I’m not slippin'

The bitch just brought me the bag, I’m not pimping

The AP covered in rocks, the watch glisten

I’m on a the bay bridge, start a side show

Now I’m on one tryin' to race 5−0

We smoke real tough where the fish scale

They wanna shop with me, where’s the big scale?

used to be a little longer

The bitch call me daddy, I’m not a father

Dirty water, I’m a fog city champ

Put a new Cookie piece on everyone in my camp

Top down compound look like a batcave

Mind gone, I’ve been living in a rat race

8 gram joints to the face

I’ve been smoking all day for the taste

A hundred joints since number twenty

Many bitches, crazy money

If you smoke I hope it’s from me

Selling dope in other countries

A hundred joints since number twenty

Many bitches, crazy money

If you smoke I hope it’s from me

Selling dope in other countries

Real Bay Area mane

I just smoked some shit that took me all the way back

RIP to the Jack

A hundred joints since number twenty

I need some air man, this motherfucker smoked out

Twenty joints, part two

A hundred joints since number twenty

Shout out to Dunce

Frisco, yeah