Blunts Out The Window

Blunts out the window
Smokin onnat indo
Only fat packs call up slev i just hit flo
Fuckin on my bitch n i stuff her just like empanadas
Pull up in that z doing donuts till they cause a problem
Eat her out like Benihana's
Thumbing hunnids
Countin dollas
Ask me if i speak a lil broke ima tell yuh nada
Keep a lil uzi on my hip like im dj drama
i wont talk to no police bitch im the god father
Pistol packin
Lil bitch im never lackin
I pull up to the function all them hoes gon say what's happening
Get to packin
Im bout allat action
These pussy boys dont want no smoke i turn em into captions
Jumpin off the back porch
Grippin on a glock 4
Mr take ya bitch then i give her to a good home
You cant hit my spliff no
Betta roll ya own hoe
U aint put it on this pack betta - betta get gone
You sent
Poppin tags u aint never bought no pad
(Thats a house)
Toting straps but u yappin like a rat
(Not a mouse)
Mr krabs cus im greedy with my cash
(Kick em out)
And i could never love another bitch and thats facts
(Im out)
Burn a pound
i just smoked all yuh muhfuckin rent
My account
Got a few more hunnid thousand
Money count
All my thumbs green from the blue strips
Word of mouth
They dont even kno me why they on my tip?
Cuttin up the lanes like a mf surgeon
You hear the whip and the nos it be purging
6 speed stick leave a pussy wigga hurtin
Your whip ain't shit that's for mf certain
I pull up to the meet and they know my name
They know my car, the know my chain
Fuck yo friends they be so damn lame
And we all got guns and they all gone bang
If I said I didn't care about the bag I'd be lyin
told my brother ima make it, every day I be tryin
And bitch I bought another Z from all the checks I be signin
I'm about buy a turbo kit so they be seeing me flyin
I talk about cash cuzz it's all we need
We talk so fast I sound Japanese
When shit goes down I go grab my keys
Throw the blunt out the window I got more on me