Blunted Out
Bitch was talkin' out her neck I made her shut her mouth
Nigga try to disrespect then I shut it down
Take a nigga chain and get it flooded out
I was in the college but I had to go another route
Knocked my shorty up but I stuck around
(Tre I need a feature) I need a hundred thou
I be gettin' high than a fuckin cloud
Anyone that see me only see me when I'm blunted out
That bladadadow gonna blow if I say so
They askin how the loud get as round as a egg roll
Tupac Shakur, I get around like a merry go
Fuckin with my cheese I'll have a cow like Darigold
Oops, All Berries man these niggas sweet as berries bro
He swearin' that he carry why he actin all scary for
I don't gotta hit you with the frag I just get very close
I don't talk to people cause it's way too many variables
It a go Tic Tac Toe or roshambo
Either way just get that hoe to hold that pole
Bitches love the mismatched clothes and sick ass flows
Get kicked out tho a big asshole I been that though
Hit the bong till it bubble and get to percolating
Watch out who you tell where your flowers at when they germinating
Slip up in that garden it probably be some serpents waitin'
Niggas lampin' up the in back of your funeral service hatin'
Nigga try to disrespect then I shut it down
Take a nigga chain and get it flooded out
I was in the college but I had to go another route
Knocked my shorty up but I stuck around
(Tre I need a feature) I need a hundred thou
I be gettin' high than a fuckin cloud
Anyone that see me only see me when I'm blunted out
That bladadadow gonna blow if I say so
They askin how the loud get as round as a egg roll
Tupac Shakur, I get around like a merry go
Fuckin with my cheese I'll have a cow like Darigold
Oops, All Berries man these niggas sweet as berries bro
He swearin' that he carry why he actin all scary for
I don't gotta hit you with the frag I just get very close
I don't talk to people cause it's way too many variables
It a go Tic Tac Toe or roshambo
Either way just get that hoe to hold that pole
Bitches love the mismatched clothes and sick ass flows
Get kicked out tho a big asshole I been that though
Hit the bong till it bubble and get to percolating
Watch out who you tell where your flowers at when they germinating
Slip up in that garden it probably be some serpents waitin'
Niggas lampin' up the in back of your funeral service hatin'
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Writer(s): Trebion Dixon Jr.
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