Lyrics
Smoking my bluzunt, its green like veggies,
Never gave a fuzuck, this ain’t reggie,
What in the cuzup, vodka and tonic,
Gone off the chronic and drink til I vomit…
It’s true, yeah I’m a clever fellow,
I’m on the eights like the weather channel,
I burn like a candle, buy goose by the handle,
Make my weed flip flop, just like sandals,
I’m the type of dude you wish you be,
Cuz I go to store and get the 50 box of swisher sweets,
Now the feds wanna picture me,
Cuz I’m stringing the hooks like the fishers be,
But wait long enough and just you’ll see,
How young Phil P gone spit dookie,
And yeah I’m shit, you wish you me,
Cuz my rhymes graduation, a different degree,
Ah… I’m a hot boy, get a couple these dude,
Fresh out the water like seafood,
Naw I’m just kidding, that’s a JK,
I’m like a waiter every shift be payday…
Smoking my bluzunt, I’d like to make a toast,
Never gone give up, until it’s a roach,
This is to my coach, this is to the streets,
And ever single homie, that ever got weed,
I spark blunts, you can say I’m part fucked,
I’m bustin jaws, like it was a shark nut,
All I do is burn now, had to give the narcs up,
Smoke trees, I burn the whole park up,
Got bowls like dish, got scales fish,
But had to give it up, too many niggas snitch,
Shout to my connect, no last name Mitch,
Guess I’ll use my raps to get rich bitch,
Like Rick James, yeah you know my shits flame,
Ain’t shit changed, I hang like big chains,
In the hood, more dirt than a lift crane,
Homes I see more traffic than six lanes,
I’m a hot dude, get a couple these boys,
Sideline signals, a couple these is decoys,
If you got big bills, all of my shits real,
We can get it crackin like when your lips peel…
