The Blunt show
More Smoke
My eyes close
I fly low
Kush in my lungs
Everywhere I go
The Blunt show
More Smoke
My eyes close
I fly low
Kush in my lungs
Everywhere I go
If kush had a brand, I bet them people would pay me
Burn the flower by myself with yo chick whopsey daisy
Holy mackerel all my blunt touch the Sky
I'm riding with the greens and I tell my girl drive
Heavens tabetsy I'm rolling it lefty
I'm texting all my plugs like Mary Jane is my bestie
I'm toppsy turvey in the club and my eyes red
Money rising like yeast I got a lil bread
One in the hand is worth two in the bush
Catch me playing with her feet and her tush
If it's money on my mind I just plan for the rush
If dog eat dogs I'm the man tellem mush
Like a trick throwing stones I'm here to get my rocks off
Momma had a baby and her head popped off
What's good for the goose is good for the gander
Your girl is a bird and smoke to understand her
She be coming round the mountain with the pack if I asked her
Condition up her head I'm the one to relaxer
Goodybars with the freshest of flows
I'm the best and it shows
I'm here to just rap for ya Hoe
Buh Bye
The Blunt show
More Smoke
My eyes close
I fly low
Kush in my lungs
Everywhere I go
The Blunt show
More Smoke
My eyes close
I fly low
Kush in my lungs
Everywhere I go