I Face Blunts

I can't even face my own problems I face blunts I can't even drop a new song Cause it take months A nigga keep on tryna serve the bag Of the Pink Runtz I got blue hunnids Pink 50's And some green 1's I been sippin wok all day look what green done Momma always told me to be good I'm the best son Went to Whataburger in Texas Came wit big buns I ain't even wanna kill this Nigga Wit my new gun Brodie got some wok I got some wok Lets bring the pop out Brodie got a gun I got a gun Let's bring the glocks out And if I ever drive pass a opp I'm finna hop out These niggas tryna play me like I'm dumb I'm not a dropout Thick thighs Wit a slim waist And some big tits Richard Mille came wit a patek That's a big wrist Put my middle finger in his face Wit my big fist The bricks I keep 'em stuffed in a attic Wit a big stick My nigga said that we should hit a lick I told him not really I'm tryna give this young nigga advice But he do not feel me I know a Nigga pulled a gun on me But did not kill me And I can never go to Calabasas Where the fuckin hills be Tried to go and have a session That shit did not work The bitch was throwin ass at me But she could not twerk I know a young nigga that took a old lady purse The bitch keep starrin at me I'm like damn bitch you like to flirt A nigga got a gold medal Walk around Feel like Kurt A 30 I could never go pop Cause I don't like the percs The molly got a nigga actin hard When he not even turnt And I been coughin on the finest strain That's why my chest hurt I can't even face my own problems I face blunts I can't even drop a new song Cause it take months A nigga keep on tryna serve the bag Of the Pink Runtz I got blue hunnids Pink 50's And some green 1's