[Lyric] INDICA NIGHTS (BIG BODY BAGGA)

[INTRO: BIG BODY BAGGA]

Smoking
Drinking
Vibing


[Verse 1: BIG BODY BAGGA]

Sober homie driving eyein’
For the jakes
This anthem for the real ones
Not those who take
Loyalty
As a piece of cake
And they want the whole
3.14
So
Stay out my radius
All that fake shit
I cannot Trust
“Aye homie roll that weed up”
Got the spider senses like peter
Mary Jane got my feet up geeked up
Riding the freeway
But I’m 2Pac before death row
Screaming Thug life
Out the window
Mobbing the city
South San Jose to Frisco
Bumping
Kid Cudi, Khalifa, J. Cole
I got the Nos
So let mе know
When to go
Pyrotechno
Break thе backwoods
Roll a blunt or two
Before we
Pull up to
7-11
Real quick
Grab some soda, candy, chips
Park it in a cutty spot
Light up the joint
Hot box the whip
(Awwe shitttt)
I'm stupid Lit
Laughing about some random shit
High as fuck
You know what it is
These the homies I smoke with
After all the bullshit I go through
Y’all the ones I can talk too
Y’all the ones that never fronted
So allow me To keep It one hunnit


[Chorus: BIG BODY BAGGA]

Homie you’s a real one
Now pass the blunt
I don’t fuck with no phonies
Ayee hit this blunt
It’s Loyalty over royalty
Yo Pass the blunt
You my friend till the end
When it’s all said and done (x2)