Kaptain Kush
You know that I been burning bush
Smoking captain kush, up in this bitch
I don't think you wanna fuck with me unless you wanna end with stitches
Take you off the hinges
I'm still playing operation on both of my wrists
I'm still smokin joints as long as I exist
Callin me a liar while I burn you on the pire
I just wanna light the fire and then tonight I'd say retire
Countin money till my fingers blue but I know that you're due
To vanish into space, get the fuck outta my face
The coke slides up my nose and my lines long like a hose
I don't really fuck with hoes but I'd still take away their clothes
I be causing global warming with all of my smoke, I just toke
And the smoke keeps rising with me boy just let me be
I don't fuck with you and I know that it's still cool
Cuz I don't want any fights, please just leave tonight
Lemme just snort xan in peace, I got way too much to can
Boy I know that I got bands, they might turn you to a fan
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loced out, ridin with the pistol grip
Now I'm so fucking slow, like I'm runnin 95
I got many lives, since i'm so sly like I'm a cat
I got oxycodone in my pocket, to my clients let it be known
Everyday a shitty day, nothing else to really say
That's why I stay poppin pills, higher than the empire state
Rollin doobies wearing Ksubis I got nothing on my mind
Vision blurred, say I'm blind, molly got me tweakin
I don't care, wallet leaking, I got too much anyways
Rich for days, blunt ash trays, not a care up in this place
I know bitches come and go and that's why I go with the flow
I don't even need to trap, and that's why I stand here and rap
Boy your weed, lookin dank, what the fuck I smell that stank
Pass it here, lemme smoke, I think I'll survive a toke
Mix with xanax bars, I drive those expensive cars
Then I disappear into my grave to bury all the devil's slaves
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoking captain kush, up in this bitch
I don't think you wanna fuck with me unless you wanna end with stitches
Take you off the hinges
I'm still playing operation on both of my wrists
I'm still smokin joints as long as I exist
Callin me a liar while I burn you on the pire
I just wanna light the fire and then tonight I'd say retire
Countin money till my fingers blue but I know that you're due
To vanish into space, get the fuck outta my face
The coke slides up my nose and my lines long like a hose
I don't really fuck with hoes but I'd still take away their clothes
I be causing global warming with all of my smoke, I just toke
And the smoke keeps rising with me boy just let me be
I don't fuck with you and I know that it's still cool
Cuz I don't want any fights, please just leave tonight
Lemme just snort xan in peace, I got way too much to can
Boy I know that I got bands, they might turn you to a fan
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loced out, ridin with the pistol grip
Now I'm so fucking slow, like I'm runnin 95
I got many lives, since i'm so sly like I'm a cat
I got oxycodone in my pocket, to my clients let it be known
Everyday a shitty day, nothing else to really say
That's why I stay poppin pills, higher than the empire state
Rollin doobies wearing Ksubis I got nothing on my mind
Vision blurred, say I'm blind, molly got me tweakin
I don't care, wallet leaking, I got too much anyways
Rich for days, blunt ash trays, not a care up in this place
I know bitches come and go and that's why I go with the flow
I don't even need to trap, and that's why I stand here and rap
Boy your weed, lookin dank, what the fuck I smell that stank
Pass it here, lemme smoke, I think I'll survive a toke
Mix with xanax bars, I drive those expensive cars
Then I disappear into my grave to bury all the devil's slaves
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
Smoked out loc'd out
Ridin with pistol grip
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