Blunt Freestyle

Pull up on the plug just to cash out
Bitch taking pics with her ass out
Smoking so much til I pass out
Finna black out in the trap house
I be going hit her phone "wya now"
All these hoes I'm finna go and blow they back out
Imma put it in the air blow that pack out
I be smoking all day never tap out

Roll it light it smoke it
Put that blunt up in the air
Yea I know I smell like loud
But fuck it I don't even care
Told my bro the pack was landing
Like it's coming thru the air
If I don't got nothing to smoke
Then I ain't going anywhere

That's word to my guys
If I keep getting high
I'll keep getting by
I be in the sky
This weed smelling fire
That p hit the spot
This blunt hitting great
Imma take it to the face
Imma take it to the grave
Never say no names
Fuck going both ways
Yea I know I smoke weed but I slang cocaine

Call me exotics I be outta state
I hop in the foreign I be on my way
I hop out the foreign to catch me a plane
I hop out the foreign I be on my way
I used to stay home now I'm never there
I walk out in public and everyone stare
I don't give a fuck if you thinking I do
Y'all act like you know me but ain't got a clue

You ain't really with it I'm seeing right thru
You sweet like some candy but ugly like fruit
I'm smoking on chronic not passing that boof
I beat all my cases the judge had no proof
The state tryna take me in their Foster roof
I ain't going nowhere I'm staying to prove
That Im finna make it and my brother too
I'm smoking on GG that Gorilla Glue

You can't hit my weed
You ain't nothing but a fein
Nah you can't hit my weed

Aye this shit smoke huh
You ardy fucking know
This shi smoke
What's the word?
No Bitches



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Writer(s): Jace Bodrero
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