Straw Chairs

Shawty want to fuck Told her bitch you out of luck Came only to smoke No this ain't no joke I don't fuck bitches I don't know I trust Got a dozen blunts of dust and bitch I'm about to burn No it ain't your turn Blunts to my face Solo blowing smoke rings Choking I'm a dope fiend Smoking til my death I'm hoping Put me in my coffin cause I'm coughing up my lungs Bitches keep on callin' but I ain't got no service Paypal me that cash if you looking for verses Always on narcotics even when I say I stopped it Walking with a limp, looking like I got arthritis Twenty cigarettes, in my mother fucking car Ridin' round town, I just popped a half a bar Ridin' with your bitch as she bust down the cigar Yea, I'm ridin' with your bitch and she bust down the cigar I'm sayin...