Dirty blunts

[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder where my mind go
Thoughts so dirty, yeah my brain is full of asphalt
Pussy so clean, but I nutted on her asshole
Pistol whip a bitch, I don't fuck with a spaz hoe

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm trappin' 'till the day that I fall
I got my hands on a band, she got her hands on my balls
I got a phone you can call
Mobile if you need a car
Got xannies, yeah I got bars
I'm driving, I'm in the stars
Only got gas in my 'gars
I ain't as mad as you are
I come alive in the dark
I'm a dog, I don't bark
I got the tree, but no bark
I got a blunt I could spark
I got the gas in the cart
I got the trap in my heart
I got the trap in my blood
I bet the trap ain't enough
I gotta run them bands up
'Cause I ain't showin' no love
No I can't front you a dub
I don't like you enough
I got blunts to be stuffed
I got mouths to be shut
I got pussy to fuck
Imma pull up in a truck
Imma take back what I want
Then imma smoke me a blunt

[Chorus] x2
Sometimes I wonder where my mind go
Thoughts so dirty, yeah my brain is full of asphalt
Pussy so clean, but I nutted on her asshole
Pistol whip a bitch, I don't fuck with a spaz hoe

[Verse 2]
Let that pistol be exposed
Bet that pistol make you choke
Put my dick inside her throat
Put a bullet in your nose
Bitch i'm totin' got the pole
I've been totin' too much dope
Homie snortin' too much coke
Drop the xanny, let it float
Wettin' you up like a boat
I just copped it for the low
Flipped the pack before I go
I got loud and I got blow
You mad 'cause you ain't in control
I got gas that im finna roll
I run it fast and take it slow
Now i' m kicking in the door
Fuck my mind up, ain't no more
Fuck it, i'm just finna pour
I'm trappin' 'til I hit the floor
I'm trappin', hold that pistol up
Them diamonds that my fist full of
Ain't wondering where they'll end up
Still hungry, I ain't had enough
I fucked her, but we not in love

[Chorus] x2
Sometimes I wonder where my mind go
Thoughts so dirty, yeah my brain is full of asphalt
Pussy so clean, but I nutted on her asshole
Pistol whip a bitch, I don't fuck with a spaz hoe

[Verse 3]
I told that hoe to suck my dick
I ain't finna front you shit
I ain't finna cuff no bitch
And imma put that on my life
Put my life right on my wrist
Put my dick right on your bitch
If ain't walking with a strap, then bitch i'm walking with a knife
Bitch i'm counting bands, throwing hands, making plans
I got money, I got xans in the pocket of my pants
Bet them bullets make you dance
On your life, won't take no chance
On your life, if you took grands
On your life, I give my mans