Wet Cherry Blunts

Wet cherry blunts
Waiting in my pocket
360 vision and nothing stop me
I hustle to the spot
Getting like I'm rocking
You're a man down
Now know I wasn't bluffing

Wet cherry blunts can't wait more to be rolled up
High dope, never low, the money allow that
Pulling up to a truly smoke when night begins
Out the grave when the moon's shine reflect in my blade
Never out the dose, is required to double my cells
Blunt tasting like iron for the blood under my nails

Red skulls, hot barrel nine up in my hand
Cherry on the ground, cold, blue fingers get 'em dip
Hooded withe shadow in the dark be watching it
Make it quite, while police keep on wondering

Spiders crawling under my skin eating midge
Note on the bullets "you won't tryna fuck the grim again"
Crow's plates full of new eyes for dinner tonight
Snake bags, corpses packed like your Gucci brand

Head split, blunts lit, full Marlboro pack
Downed clip, on the hip, didn't need the 45
Blade's steel keep stainless till I make 'em act
Call me Boogeyman, bitch I murder in the dark

Coming through the backyard
Camo' on my cargo stuff
Making you be alert every single 24
Windows opened
Bitch you're 'bout to get caught in this fog
Let the ash touch the ground
It'll be your martyrdom

Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat
Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat
Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat
Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat

Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat
Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat
Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat
Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat