Slump - Whole Oz Lyrics

Heard the pack landed
Heard it touched down
I ain't smoking lil grains
Bitch I smoke the whole ounce
I ain't tryna kick it with you
If you smoking on that fowl
You can catch a case from this strap whole 30 rounds
I ain't playing with that bitch I can't smoke her out
She finna get crazy off the juice and the loud
Run up my paper off a pack in the house
Balling with my shit, got to spaz the f*ck out
Hit them with that gas, they ain't even know what hit them
You smoking on that tax, that's the shit I done got rid of
Tryna eat up all this cake, get you smoked like swishers
You pull up with a lil .380, I got something bigger
Popping shit like some pills, you know they ain't pressed
I got to leave the crib if I'm tryna make a check
Serve you for a 50, I ain't tryna take your 10
Tryna run off on the plug finna get you laid
Move in silence
But this gas loud
This shit had me flying
I feel it in my face dawg
I ain't even lying
Riding with the mask, if you thinking about that sliding
I'm toting on that pole, if you thinking about that trying
With that ho shit
Bitches broke we know this
I can't even focus
Off this shit I'm rolling
With the drank we pouring
Busting down a quarter, just so we can get to smoking
Heard the pack landed
Heard it touched down
I ain't smoking lil grains
Bitch I smoke the whole ounce
I ain't tryna kick it with you
If you smoking on that foul
You can catch a case from this strap whole 30 rounds