Blunt (feat. Blac Youngsta)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa

I'm smokin' out loud, got runts in my blunt

We roll around with sticks in the trunk

You can get shot if you try something dumb

Bitch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts

I'm just tryna fuck, bitches say I'm upfront

I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up

My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front

Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just tryna bunt

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want

I'm with the mob, so I go where I want

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want

I'm with the mob, so I go where I want

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want, bitch

Bitch, I'm with the mob, bitch

Actin' a slob, bitch

Bitch on my knob, bitch, uh

This a ménage, trick

Not Nicki Minaj, bitch

Fuck on your broad, shit

Fuck in my car, bitch

That **** mad 'cause he know that shit true

It's a true story, I really, I really did

I really did fuck your bitch, bro

Oh, shit

I'm lyin', I just got top

Aye

I fuck your bitch, no, not no rumor

That bitch a eater, like a consumer

She pop a molly and sweat like it's Zumba

My diamonds bite like a barracuda

I dropped my whole damn advance on my jeweler

But I got gwalla 'cause I'm still a shooter

I sip my lean pinky out like I'm boujie

Gave my bitch Chanel, she ain't rockin' no Gucci

I'm smokin' out loud, got runts in my blunt

We roll around with sticks in the trunk

You can get shot if you try something dumb

Bitch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts

I'm just tryna fuck, bitches say I'm upfront

I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up

My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front

Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just tryna bunt

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want

I'm with the mob, so I go where I want

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want

I'm with the mob, so I go where I want

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want, bitch

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, so I talk how I walk

I'm from the streets so I got what I want

I put a hunnid-something bands in my dome

I can put a hunnid-something killas on a corner

One called a TEC, we just call the macaronis

You can get stretched, send you home by your lonely

I'm in the 'Vette, so I pretty much own it

Bulletproof vest, so I'm feelin' like Tony Montana, bitch

Brand new coupe, so I had to flex in it

I don't play cards but I keep a deck in it

Porsche too fast, I'ma have a wreck in it

Red bandana, so I got the set with me

I ain't talkin' Nike but I got a check with me

You know I'm a dawg, but I got a pet with me

Whoa, whoa

I'm smokin' out loud, got runts in my blunt

We roll around with sticks in the trunk

You can get shot if you try something dumb

Bitch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts

I'm just tryna fuck, bitches say I'm upfront

I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up

My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front

Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just tryna bunt

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want

I'm with the mob, so I go where I want

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want

I'm with the mob, so I go where I want

Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want

Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want, bitch