Blunts Rollin' By
Yea money yelling after me
I hear money screaming at me at me
Feelings in the background
She always mad at me
Feelings in the background
Never stepping back now
Never stepping back clique
Surround me
Pulling up we'll pop your ass like benzos xannies
My bitch keep more than 10 toes on the ground for me
Told my nigga sit your ass down and face this ounce wit me
Seriously taste it
Feel how it hits
Them other niggas smokin dogshit
Who gives a fuck whatchu
Tryna say on sticks
I'm smoking up a storm
Rolling up a spliff
Sour diesel in this shit
That's why I cant remember what you said
Ohhh noo
A ghost just escaped my body in the night
Oh that's the smoke
Just the blunts rollin by
I dont know why you wanna fit in my head
Don't come inside you better off dead hoe
Head hoe
I'm at another dead end tho
I ain't coming back
Never going back home
Death toke
Blunt smoke
28 grams on my vest bro
Never stepping back clique
Surround me
Pulling up we'll pop your ass like benzos xannies
My bitch keep more than 10 toes on the ground for me
Told my nigga sit your ass down and face this ounce wit me
Seriously taste it
Feel how it hits
Them other niggas smokin dogshit
Who gives a fuck whatchu
Tryna say on sticks
I'm smoking up a storm
Rolling up a spliff
Sour diesel in this shit
That's why I cant remember what you said
Ohhh noo
A ghost just escaped my body in the night
Oh that's the smoke
Just the blunts rollin by
I dont know why you wanna fit in my head
Don't come inside you better off dead hoe
Head hoe
I'm at another dead end tho
I ain't coming back
Never going back home
Death toke
Blunt smoke
28 grams on my vest bro
Baby why you screaming for me
Dont you know sticks just did you fucking dirty
I know you love me cuz my nigga keep the .30 tucked
Young nigga whipping Chevys
Blunts keepin nsb fucked
Yea I hear the money screaming out my name
Yea money gives you a
free trial of happiness
Mine ended last November
I remember never even Eatin
I remember niggas thinkin I was tweaking
I'm pulling up my niggas stay geekin
I'm rolling up why are we always thinkin
I wish I could never think about you
What would sticks ever do without you
I hear money screaming at me at me
Feelings in the background
She always mad at me
Feelings in the background
Never stepping back now
Never stepping back clique
Surround me
Pulling up we'll pop your ass like benzos xannies
My bitch keep more than 10 toes on the ground for me
Told my nigga sit your ass down and face this ounce wit me
Seriously taste it
Feel how it hits
Them other niggas smokin dogshit
Who gives a fuck whatchu
Tryna say on sticks
I'm smoking up a storm
Rolling up a spliff
Sour diesel in this shit
That's why I cant remember what you said
Ohhh noo
A ghost just escaped my body in the night
Oh that's the smoke
Just the blunts rollin by
I dont know why you wanna fit in my head
Don't come inside you better off dead hoe
Head hoe
I'm at another dead end tho
I ain't coming back
Never going back home
Death toke
Blunt smoke
28 grams on my vest bro
Never stepping back clique
Surround me
Pulling up we'll pop your ass like benzos xannies
My bitch keep more than 10 toes on the ground for me
Told my nigga sit your ass down and face this ounce wit me
Seriously taste it
Feel how it hits
Them other niggas smokin dogshit
Who gives a fuck whatchu
Tryna say on sticks
I'm smoking up a storm
Rolling up a spliff
Sour diesel in this shit
That's why I cant remember what you said
Ohhh noo
A ghost just escaped my body in the night
Oh that's the smoke
Just the blunts rollin by
I dont know why you wanna fit in my head
Don't come inside you better off dead hoe
Head hoe
I'm at another dead end tho
I ain't coming back
Never going back home
Death toke
Blunt smoke
28 grams on my vest bro
Baby why you screaming for me
Dont you know sticks just did you fucking dirty
I know you love me cuz my nigga keep the .30 tucked
Young nigga whipping Chevys
Blunts keepin nsb fucked
Yea I hear the money screaming out my name
Yea money gives you a
free trial of happiness
Mine ended last November
I remember never even Eatin
I remember niggas thinkin I was tweaking
I'm pulling up my niggas stay geekin
I'm rolling up why are we always thinkin
I wish I could never think about you
What would sticks ever do without you
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Writer(s): Brad Ladue
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