Lyrics Berner – Head Stash

Berner:
Lil Gary Payton
Sierra Mount
Cheetah Piss

Resin on my pants, I just left the ranch
Out to France, smokin’ California weed with my fans
Every now and then, the game change
It don’t feel the same, the Rolex is plain jane
The lobby smoke tough, no crutch, it’s a three gram vibe
I hate it when they blow my high (I hate that shit)
Smell proof duffle kept your boy out of trouble
Watch the water hash bubble, I chose not to struggle (I couldn’t do it)
I’m just tryna live my best life
And if he’s really ready then I’m hoppin’ on the next flight
Chillin’ in the Grill, smokin’ cello, drinkin’ red stripes
Bitches gettin’ wild on the island, that’s the best vibe (For real)
And this shit don’t stop
Drop a jar in the pot, make a big ass rock
Throw a box in the truck, tell your plug hold up
Yeah, the money so thick that it won’t fold up

Yeah, I’m just smoking out the head stash
Yeah, I’m smoking out the head stash
If it ain’t like this, get your bread back
Get your bread back
I’m just smoking out the head stash
Yeah, I’m smoking out the head stash
If it ain’t like this, hit your weed man

B-Real:
In the white Rover, boss nova
Got the Gary Payton crossover
Beware of the ankle breaker
Cookie bag smellin’ like a Life Saver
Feelin’ like life is good
While I’m whipping through the neighborhood
No po-pos in my rearview
Green thumb coming to a city near you
We got the currency beyond value
Sorry, don’t know what to tell you
You ain’t a fan? Cool, I won’t try to sell you
When they smell the fag on you down the street, they will fuckin’ love you
Takin’ trips for the fuck of it
Spin the globe, there we go, and it’s fuckin’ lit
Yeah, you fuckin’ with the ultimate
The only certified stoner clique, yeah

Berner:
Yeah, I’m just smoking out the head stash
Yeah, I’m smoking out the head stash
If it ain’t like this, get your bread back
Get your bread back
I’m just smoking out the head stash
Yeah, I’m smoking out the head stash
If it ain’t like this, hit your weed man
Hit your weed man and go’n get your bread back

Curren$y:
Elevated how I shop, been lookin’ at yachts
Long jewelry, used to sleeping quarters
Write my next album on the water
Thinkin’ ’bout coming at us, you better think harder
Play it smarter
Why bother? Smoking gas behind deadly curtains
Phantom of the Opera, her panties drop when my doors open
High as fuck but I’m still smoking
Here I go again, floating
Putting plays in motion, stuffing cones
Rolling germs, packing bones
Smokin’ and ridin’
Still gon’ roll another fatty when I make it home
Godfather one and two, a bad bitch in her zone, bring it on
I make it easy to visualize the shit that I say
That’s why you wouldn’t have it any other way
I woke up to a text, caught another million dollar play
Hit my head stash, let’s celebrate

Berner:
Yeah, I’m just smoking out the head stash
Yeah, I’m smoking out the head stash
If it ain’t like this, get your bread back
Get your bread back
I’m just smoking out the head stash
Yeah, I’m smoking out the head stash
If it ain’t like this, hit your weed man
Hit your weed man and go’n get your bread back