In a Blunt

Ohh
Pulling bitches like I'm Bieber
Ain't no cocky shit, just confidence
We don't give a fuck about you dropping shit
Just stop the shit
Gotta cross my T's and dot my I's
Cause I'm on top of shit
Bragging bout the bodies that you copped
That's no accomplishment
Hopped up out the coupe
And hit the stoop they know what time it is
Six years in, and niggas questioning my dominance
Gotta pop a 20, I been fucking up my tolerance
They know me by my name, lil bitch I'm prominent

I'm heating up
They heard Lil Geno on a run
I just did 30 in a month
And all my Opps dead, fuck em
Got they ashes in a blunt
I'm established, ain't no static where I'm from
Yellow tape and got the casket in the front
Shit we live from the snake pit
Named the choppa Bleach
The way we stain shit
It's black and yellow
Baby, my new bitch is Blasian
I'm heating up
I just did 30 in a month
And all my Opps dead, fuck em
Got they ashes in a blunt (Yeah, yeah)
I got they ashes in a blunt

Yeah
I lost touch, but brought it back
Just like I'm mending wounds
The key was off, I had to tweak it
Now we back in tune
I learned my lesson, I rebuked
I can't run back to you
Young, dumb, foolish, and naive
I'm four Mimosas deep
Niggas out here begging for the smoke
But that was all a ruse
Never needed fans, I play myself inside the coupe
Where was you, when I was hung up on that noose?
To be honest, been that nigga way before I rapped
Nobody move till I say "Motion"
Like a quarterback
I broke a brick down into fours
And brought a quarterback
Everywhere we move we toting sticks
We bringing order back
Was taking portraits at the precinct
Way before a CAC
I keep the quill in case they ever ask for autographs
My heart stopped, they brought me back
By 23 I had three heart attacks
Big bag, two five, now I'm splurging
Big drum, chicken kicking like it's church's
I was writing raps while off a Perc til it was perfect

Okay, listen
All these boring bitches I be texting, in a blunt
All my exes in a blunt
Smell the blood, I'm on the hunt
I tell her chill, I'm bout to nut
I'm heating up
They heard Lil Geno on a run
I just did 30 in a month
And all my Opps dead, fuck em
Got they ashes in a blunt
I'm established, ain't no static where I'm from
Yellow tape and got the casket in the front
Shit we live from the snake pit
Named the choppa Bleach
The way we stain shit
It's black and yellow
Baby, my new bitch is Blasian
I'm heating up
I just did 30 in a month
And all my Opps dead, fuck em
Got they ashes in a blunt (Yeah, yeah)
I got they ashes in a blunt (Yeah, yeah)
On my mama, all these weirdos in my comments
I get clout for just responding
Your wifey liked my story, that's a body
If my shit was ass
Then how'd you find me?
But I don't take it personal
They gotta hate somebody huh?