We smokin’ strains and loadin’ rounds, Light that gas then lay ’em down. Army green with that sticky loud, Got tanks and blunts, we run this town. Scopes and spliffs, got mags and haze, OG Kush with a burst grenade. Rollin’ up while we invadin’ zones— We burn the world then bring it home. ⸻ 🎤 [Verse 1] I’m suited up with a M4 rifle, Twistin’ Lemon Haze in a chrome pipe cycle. Night-vision on, but my mind gone black, Smokin’ Gorilla Glue while I load this pack. Black Hawk high, on that Skywalker strain, Infrared beam when I aim at a brain. Strapped with a SCAR and a jar of Biscotti, Joint in my mouth and a nuke in the lobby. Bong rips in a Humvee seat, Strain got punch like a bare-knuckled beat. Sativa for recon, indica when I chill, But I roll Afghan when I’m ready to kill. ⸻ 🎤 [Hook – x2] We smokin’ strains and loadin’ rounds, Light that gas then lay ’em down. Army green with that sticky loud, Got tanks and blunts, we run this town. Scopes and spliffs, got mags and haze, OG Kush with a burst grenade. Rollin’ up while we invadin’ zones— We burn the world then bring it home. ⸻ 🎤 [Verse 2] I got that MAC-10 blowin’ out Cherry Pie, While a drone drops bombs from the carbon sky. Trainin’ in the jungle off Maui Wowie, Scope locked in like I’m stoned Kawhi. Lungs full of Zkittlez, head full of war, With a green Beret rollin’ weed in the corps. Flamethrower lit like the tip of my blunt, Mixin’ hash with shatter like a frontal assault. My Delta Force puffin’ on Platinum Jack, Paratroopers tokin’ with Glocks in packs. Navy SEALs got dabs in their mags, They smoke before strikes and tag them flags. ⸻ 🎤 [Hook – x2] We smokin’ strains and loadin’ rounds, Light that gas then lay ’em down. Army green with that sticky loud, Got tanks and blunts, we run this town. Scopes and spliffs, got mags and haze, OG Kush with a burst grenade. Rollin’ up while we invadin’ zones— We burn the world then bring it home. ⸻ 🎤 [Verse 3] C4 in the truck, weed stashed in the stock, Lightin’ Moonrock while I clean my Glock. Airstrike called off a White Widow hit, Then I hit the rig while the enemy quit. I’m a high-value target in camo fatigues, Burnin’ on Runtz while I plant them seeds. Medics got jars, snipers got cones, Cannons got cartridges pre-rolled in domes. A.K.’s bang while I face Gelato, Smoke screens thick like it’s Colorado. One hit make a private hallucinate, Tried to take cover, fell in his plate. ⸻ 🎤 [Hook – x2] We smokin’ strains and loadin’ rounds, Light that gas then lay ’em down. Army green with that sticky loud, Got tanks and blunts, we run this town. Scopes and spliffs, got mags and haze, OG Kush with a burst grenade. Rollin’ up while we invadin’ zones— We burn the world then bring it home. ⸻ 🎤 [Verse 4 – Outro Verse] From Fort Bragg to Baghdad skies, We gettin’ high where the missile flies. Every base got a grow house vibe, And a rocket launcher by the hydro side. Purple Punch with a punch from an F-15, Every toke got force like a laser beam. We light up strains while the world goes dark, Then roll another fatty by the Army park. This ain’t peace, it’s war with a grin, Where weed smoke rise as the battle begins. So salute the troop with a J in hand, We blaze, invade, then take your land. ⸻ 🎤 [Final Hook – x2] We smokin’ strains and loadin’ rounds, Light that gas then lay ’em down. Army green with that sticky loud, Got tanks and blunts, we run this town. Scopes and spliffs, got mags and haze, OG Kush with a burst grenade. Rollin’ up while we invadin’ zones— We burn the world then bring it home.
