My 2 blunts
\nGot me speaking out too much
\nMotherfuck the system
\nSee the truth cut
\nComing at your neck like crew cuts
\nMake a move cuz
\nMost you niggas stuck up in some new love
\nFind a strap and then sleep on a tube blud
\nSoak you easy like a used slut
\nThat don't mean this straight doe
\nTell me why the hell we gotta kill for pesos
\nStarved long enough, see the hungy take souls
\nTouch the cake, get a face full
\nSee they a push a pound just to make dough
\nGaining weight off platefuls
\nCouple stacks for the most
\nSee they're grateful of herb like maple
\nCome with different type of niggas round the table
\nFew criminals
\nFew criminals
\nFake duds living fable
\nSo typical
\nSo typical
\nAll schemin' for that money pool
\nDon't give a fuck about that lime life
\nNever touched the folk
\nNever play the fool
\nMost niggas don't spend they time right
\nUh
\nThat's common shit
\nNiggas move cool when they're optionless
\nLeave your life with a coffin
\nSee they take a leader life without a caution
\nSitting with the keys at night, like a locksmith
\nMake a noise like Rocksmith
\nChopping skis, see the body on your block hit
\nBlack Caddy rolling topless
\nGot your middle fingers up for the cop pit
\nKnow the law can't stop shit
\nStill smoking on the top piff up in the cockpit
\nHit your head when I drop shit
\nKnow the frame for all you fuck boys
\nThat's money over everything
\nHoes calling, you avoid
\nLet her know it's over
\nLet it ring
\nDon't waste no time with no chick
\nThat means spend no time with your baby girl
\nFear the house where hope is
\nSteady stuck in the tracks of this hood of this crazy world
\nThis shit don't phase you
\n'long as pussy niggas pay you
\nYeah, niggas talk shit, tell her quick, better say truth
\nWatch her clit leave your brain loose
\nPass another drink, *chay?* or bitta cocaine
\nLoose your life for the same noose
\nFeeder to the main lane living off a drug name
\nPolice tryn'a slave you
\n
\nWhat you tell a nigga?
\n
\nOnly tryn'a fuck with real niggas
\nPower circle, take your money first
\nTell homie better make the kill quicker
\nHands fall for this money, hurt
\nHands fall for this money, hurt
\nHands fall for this money, hurt
\nNeed a light, tryn'a ease my mind
\nNo bread talking, this money work
\nHands fall for this money, hurt
\nHands fall for this money, hurt
\nNeed a light, tryn'a ease my mind
\nNo bread talking, this money work
\n
\nFuck a nigga gon' do?
\nHating on Xi 'cause the nigga hold truth
\nI'mma show the whole block how to speak from the pew
\nCommon shit in your booth
\nI see they put a couple bricks on your youth
\nAll for drug money, drug money
\nYoung thugs share blood 'cause they love ugly
\nCome take my gun from me, tug triggers
\nSee when I'm done, dead bodies
\nHide by the sun in the circle
\nWith dank in the dub, when I'm next ganja I'm godly
\nMurder to the cop beat
\nCan't stop me
\nMetaphor, Maserati's
\nSee a pussy nigga try clock me
\nRoad block me
\nSee nigga I'm godspeed
\nKnow niggas that chill where the cops be
\nCouple niggas who kill with the Glock piece
\nHold triggers, so real from the Grot Jeep
\nCan we stop please?
\nLet a nigga murder when they drop beats
\nThat's my job
\nColumbine, like my God
\nRoll 1 blunt
\nOut 2 sacks
\nMy smack rap
\nYour mind gone
\n
\nMy 2 blunts
\nMe and my 2 blunts
\nMe and my 2 blunts
\nMy 2 blunts, my 2 blunts, my 2 blunts
\nYeah nigga
\nMy 2 blunts
\nMe and my 2 blunts
\nMe and my 2 blunts
\nMy 2 blunts, my 2 blunts, my 2 blunts
\n
\nYeah\n\n
