Put it in the blunt, put it in the blunt
At the trap house, they know what I want
One way exchange, I get it for the front
Eighth of the moonrocks, quarter of the runts
Put it in the blunt, put it in the blunt
At the trap house, they know what I want
One way exchange, I get it for the front
Eighth of the moonrocks, quarter of the runts
I be with afghans that all got pet afghans
Wrapped up in afghans, smoking that afghan
I be with afghans that all got pet afghans
Wrapped up in afghans, smoking that afghan
Get outta work, got my pack
Lift up my shirt, cock my gat
I am Hazok, I don't act
I got two magazines that watch my back
Break the grams, I'll spark it
They sitting all day long, just gawking
Inhale til I'm coughing
While I'm standing on my magic carpet
Swerving, I'm swerving, on the Persian, swerving
Looks so smooth, moves so fast, they thought that it was German
I'm puffing on that poison, it gotta be that Durban
Save some buds for later boy, tuck it up in the turban
Put it in the blunt, put it in the blunt
At the trap house, they know what I want
One way exchange, I get it for the front
Eighth of the moonrocks, quarter of the runts
Put it in the blunt, put it in the blunt
At the trap house, they know what I want
One way exchange, I get it for the front
Eighth of the moonrocks, quarter of the runts
Take this nug and break it up
Right down the middle, I'll show you how to gut
Lick and twist to roll it up
tell by the smell, they know it's us
Take this nug and break it up
Right down the middle, I'll show you how to gut
Lick and twist to roll it up
tell by the smell, they know it's us
Boy why you backing out, I got things to rap about
Hit the lick and hand it out, flip the brick and stack it now
Slip in the whip start lashing out
I might crash inside of ya house
Piss in ya pots, what's that about?
Eat out ya fridge, take a shit on ya couch
I'm too high to have a bad day
Respect over money like Cassius Clay
Love & other drugs, Anne Hathaway
Find me in the bay, not mandalay
Get buck if you near like Tampa bay
Run yo crib, jam master jay
I'd probably pray 5 times a day
If I could make sense of what the mullah say
Put it in the blunt, put it in the blunt
At the trap house, they know what I want
One way exchange, I get it for the front
Eighth of the moonrocks, quarter of the runts
Put it in the blunt, put it in the blunt
At the trap house, they know what I want
One way exchange, I get it for the front
Eighth of the moonrocks, quarter of the runts
[Thanks to twentyfoursevenpublicity for adding these lyrics]