100 Blunts

Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin'
Ash it, then I flick it
Liquid got me feeling wicked, sickenin' how I'm thinking
Every weekend, durin' evenings I'm creepin', all black secrets
Got a demon who be speakin', I swear to God, they so misleading

I'm just a skeleton in clothing, junkie that be flowing
I be that boogeyman in yo' closet, that drug money in yo' wallet
All black for a home invasion
Smokin' that dope 'til I'm Asian
Up in that alleyway, I'm bent, switchblade on my hip
Sippin' dip that's mixed with Crys
Got me tripping, talkin' shit

Got me tripping, talking shit, uh
I'm twisted on that dip, yeah
Got me tripping, talking shit, uh
I'm twisted on that dip

100 blunts to the face, 100 cups of that bape
100 blunts to the face, 100 cups of that bape
100 blunts to the face, 100 cups of that bape
100 blunts to the face, 100 cups of that bape

It's that grim-reaping motherfucker
Patch me up, I'm leaking, snatch me up your bitch
I'm ridin' dirty, swervin', and I'm skeetin'
What I'm seekin' is the soul, could consider me a demon
Dreamin' of a fuckboy massacre, bitch, I'm schemin'

Bitch, I'm steamin' up some weed, and I'll be damned if you is reaching
For this blunt yo' bitch rolled laced wit' yo' homie's ashes
I'm teasin', meanin' I told your bitch we would fuck, but didn't for no reason
Please and thank you when I drop a track
Audience a bunch of zombies teamin' up to try and stop me
Tony told me it was chopper season, leave you screaming for yo' mommy, uh

Spray 'em with that Tommy, then I spray 'em with that Tommy
Mmm, you smell good for a dead motherfucker (suicide)
Mmm, you smell good for a dead motherfucker (five-nine)

100 blunts to the face, 100 cups of that bape
100 blunts to the face, 100 cups of that bape
100 blunts to the face, 100 cups of that bape
100 blunts to the face, 100 cups of that bape