Blunt Cruisin'
Yea
Kid Explicit
Roll one up and smoke it
Huh
Huh
Uh
It's that hip-hop rap trap ready to scrap music
That loud pack pre-rolled ready to smoke therapeutic
I'll tell you what the move is
I hope you see my movement
We rappin to the beat
We rap for your amusement
Blunt-cruising through your neighborhood
We won't stop
We smoke loud screaming out the window
We love pot
One hand on the whip
Crew rolling a spliff
This bud smoking make me walk with a limp
Now I'm feeling blessed up
I smoke cause I'm messed up
When push comes
You get shoved
If that's hate
Then what's love
My dealers get the best drugs
Police wanna arrest them
You want some
Come get some
This rap shit's my kingdom
Car in park and watch me run-up
You're way too slow to get a gun up
I'll come up with the nun-chucks
And beat your ass till sunup
I'll even ask you what the fuck is up
Motherfucker what is up
Motherfuckers don't know
They keep fucking up
Okay I'm laid back
Posted up in a Maybach
Nah I'm just playin
Hold-up let me change the name back
Posted up in a Mazda
Blunt is smoking like lava
I pass it around
Hitting this marijuana man
You know I gotta smoke
Ever since I was a youngin'
My father told me get to hustlin'
Working hard so when you grow-up
You can say fuck the ones who said that you would never blow-up
Cause every drop in the bucket
A step to a milestone
That's why I stay humble
My nose to the grindstone
For the ones who couldn't find me
You misunderstood
You can catch me blunt cruising all around your neighborhood
Came straight out the gate
Like a fucking bucking bronco
They asked how I raised the bar
I asked how the fuck should I know
Just put my thoughts on to paper
And the rest of the people followed
And the ones that hated on me
Still have my dick to swallow
Yea
Plus this weed
Gives me
Abilities
Creativity
Endless possibilities
But in this hotbox
Your eyes get bloodshot
One bad move
And you get chopped by the cops
Fuck that
Man I don't need no stress
This shit had been a mess
I've been blessed
I've been the best
I'm pounding on my chest
I lost my way but maneuvered back
Got these maneuverous raps
They use to look at the kid like he's whack
Now they looking at him like he got it like that
Damn
I rep the Land like I should
Didn't grow up in the city
No I didn't grow up in the hood
But if you live in the suburbs
And you up to no good
You could catch me blunt cruising
Around your neighborhood
Uh
Kid Explicit
Roll one up and smoke it
Huh
Huh
Uh
It's that hip-hop rap trap ready to scrap music
That loud pack pre-rolled ready to smoke therapeutic
I'll tell you what the move is
I hope you see my movement
We rappin to the beat
We rap for your amusement
Blunt-cruising through your neighborhood
We won't stop
We smoke loud screaming out the window
We love pot
One hand on the whip
Crew rolling a spliff
This bud smoking make me walk with a limp
Now I'm feeling blessed up
I smoke cause I'm messed up
When push comes
You get shoved
If that's hate
Then what's love
My dealers get the best drugs
Police wanna arrest them
You want some
Come get some
This rap shit's my kingdom
Car in park and watch me run-up
You're way too slow to get a gun up
I'll come up with the nun-chucks
And beat your ass till sunup
I'll even ask you what the fuck is up
Motherfucker what is up
Motherfuckers don't know
They keep fucking up
Okay I'm laid back
Posted up in a Maybach
Nah I'm just playin
Hold-up let me change the name back
Posted up in a Mazda
Blunt is smoking like lava
I pass it around
Hitting this marijuana man
You know I gotta smoke
Ever since I was a youngin'
My father told me get to hustlin'
Working hard so when you grow-up
You can say fuck the ones who said that you would never blow-up
Cause every drop in the bucket
A step to a milestone
That's why I stay humble
My nose to the grindstone
For the ones who couldn't find me
You misunderstood
You can catch me blunt cruising all around your neighborhood
Came straight out the gate
Like a fucking bucking bronco
They asked how I raised the bar
I asked how the fuck should I know
Just put my thoughts on to paper
And the rest of the people followed
And the ones that hated on me
Still have my dick to swallow
Yea
Plus this weed
Gives me
Abilities
Creativity
Endless possibilities
But in this hotbox
Your eyes get bloodshot
One bad move
And you get chopped by the cops
Fuck that
Man I don't need no stress
This shit had been a mess
I've been blessed
I've been the best
I'm pounding on my chest
I lost my way but maneuvered back
Got these maneuverous raps
They use to look at the kid like he's whack
Now they looking at him like he got it like that
Damn
I rep the Land like I should
Didn't grow up in the city
No I didn't grow up in the hood
But if you live in the suburbs
And you up to no good
You could catch me blunt cruising
Around your neighborhood
Uh
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Writer(s): Kid Explicit
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