Clapped

Clapped I don't know what's going on Mofucka I'm buzzed where the fuck is the plug I just smoked another ounce of the weed that I brought Imma need another pound and a hit of the blunt Smokin big gelato With the gang we hotboxin the condo Dippin in the foreign to re up we roll a few mo Polo smell like cookie smoke Ashin on the ksubis tho Gotta make this play I got the munchies let's go to the store Chicken cutlet or the chop cheese OJ with the chips n water say wassup to akhi Sippin on a pressed juice smokin on my broccoli Ain't even on the block they say I'm stinkin up the property Clapped I don't know what's going on Mofucka I'm buzzed where the fuck is the plug I just smoked another ounce of the weed that I brought Imma need another pound and a hit of the blunt Aye I stay smacked all day Contemplating formulating on how I'm getting paid If there's money to make Then I get it cuz I got expensive taste I'm smoking on grade A this shit is bussin Rushing to my head like concussion Im twisted like bunions Rolling the onion cuz I got the pack in abundance My stomach be grumbling My phone be buzzing All of these custys be bugging But get to the money get to the money drip flooding the streets like tsunami They tryna ride the wavve while I'm lost in the purple haze Rolling big dope to the face Got you geeking make you think it's laced Clapped I don't know what's going on Mofucka I'm buzzed where the fuck is the plug I just smoked another ounce of the weed that I brought Imma need another pound and a hit of the blunt