CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Bag of Weed

Totally got 20k in my mouth though

I need a bag of weed, I swear that that's all that I need
We blowin' exotic trees, step 'bout my weed
A lot of these n***as I swear I don't need 'em
These n***as they leechin' but I never feed 'em
All of these b*t*hes, I swear I mistreat 'em
I swear to God I'm never gon' beat 'em

Pull down the pants, I'ma beat the pu**y up though
The opps dropped some but we up though
Bring his head, yeah, we cutthroat
Slice his neck, yeah, we cutthroat
Put cheese on his head, that's a queso
Gavе that boy a few days, he got Draco'd
How you gon' get up whеn you get gunned down?
All them disses ain't funny now
You know we killin' all them clowns
I had to shut they circus down
The 'Vette go skrrt, and it made her squirt
She love my tats, so I took off my shirt
B*t*h I had to flirt back, so I love her smirk
Whole time I just wanna get in her skirt
The cherry in her pants, lil n***a I pop
She thought it was my d**k, she was grabbing on my Glock
Slow down, Lil mama, you turned to the narcs
Off the Perc and the lean so a n***a might nod
New crip, gon drip, and it's [?]
It's a whole lotta drip when you open my drawer
B*t*h walked in the house and she got lost
When she got found in my bed, d**k in her mouth
When a n***a look back, Dreek f**kin' on the couch
B*t*h the whole gang lit, we ain't never in no drought
I need a bag of weed, I swear that that's all that I need
We blowin' exotic trees, step 'bout my weed
A lot of these n***as I swear I don't need 'em
These n***as they leechin' but I never feed 'em
All of these b*t*hes, I swear I mistreat 'em
I swear to God I'm never gon' beat 'em

Ay, give me a case, I'ma beat it like Ike
If you get in my face, I'ma beat you like Mike
Shoot in the eye when I pull out, ooh
You ain't no gangster, you a sellout, stupid
Been with the sh*t since I been out, boomin'
N***a, act stupid, yo' life, you lose it
F**ked her while I had the flu, call me Michael Jordan
Crunch time hit the b*t*h, rob a w****
I hit the cup then I started snorin'
I touch the brick then the hood started snorin'
I got thirty-sum snipers because I'm important
Ran off on the plug, now he got a shortage
I'm fasho with this murder like I was abortion
My b*t*h look like horses, I put 'em in Porsches
She say I'm a b*t*h, where you get your sources?
The last n***a played, we left him extorted
I need a bag of weed, I swear that that's all that I need
We blowin' exotic trees, step 'bout my weed
A lot of these n***as I swear I don't need 'em
These n***as they leechin' but I never feed 'em
All of these b*t*hes, I swear I mistreat 'em
I swear to God I'm never gon' beat 'em