Buddah Bluntz

[Chorus]
(Fuck y'all)
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
Let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
Let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff

[Verse 1]
I always thought that if I had my tool
Then nobody could hurt me
Back whеn I was just another young nigga
Everybody thought I was gonna die еarly
Back when I was just another young nigga
That was hopin' that the cops show mercy
Ounce of weed on my person
Deliver shit, downtown, southside, workin'
We outside searchin'
For a better way
On a better day
Opportunity come, but seem to never stay
But the cops ride round here everyday
Just another 24, in the hood, what's good
Everything, everything my nigga
Switch my flow everyday my nigga
Zig zag through every lane my nigga
I'm a gas station chicken eatin' heathen
Got a big-ass beard with a even Steven
Spend good bread for the weed I breath in
He think he street, so where you think I leave him
And I don't need a reason
Money and weed is a threesome we in
Open up your eyes, you will see he's eatin'
On a bloody ass steak, gettin' green with vegans

[Chorus]
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
Or that lovey dovey mess
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
Let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff

[Verse 2]
Ayyo it's raw out here
Flip it, war out here
Even soft ass niggas
Goin' hard out here
I know niggas that got like
Three baby moms out here
Who if he bump into you with the tool
Then bitch, you robbed out here
I like weed, and I like pills
Give me all that shit
In the liquor store drunk
'Bout to rob this bitch
Leave my haters holy ghost
Bang, fall back quick
I done wrote down all your lines
You ain't all that sick
I threw gold up on my teeth
Yeah, flossed them shits
Got a short ass temper
And a tall ass dick
I'm legit
Check the rep, and
Check the carfax, bitch
Bottom lip, top lip
I'll swell up all that shit

[Chorus]
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
Let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
(I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
Let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff
This Buddah Blunt let me puff