Get Blowed Lyrics
Verse 1:
Light them blunts fat 3 5 in em
That match 9-5 I had to grind in em
I inspect the pack take my time with'em
Eyes blood shot
Pine designer leans
Hustle hard ,hustle hard nigga mine your business
The trouble start in the yard I know you'll be missing
Got shooters at a attention
They hit you for a tension
Ain't thinking bout the critics I know them bitches listening
I'm playing my position
I started with a 50
Now I'm thumbing through that check now that shit silly
This that inspiration
I had dedication
Now it's fortiago's
Riding on the pavement
Chorus:
Good kush, Good drank
I'm in another zone
Stacking paper my nigga
I gets my hustle on
Wish these hater's and critics
Leave me the fuck alone
I'm getting blowed blowed
Verse 2:
S.T.R.A.P bitch
Know I kick that G shit
Know we got that good drink
Know we keep that tree lit
Check out all these water diamonds
Bout to make her sea sick
Pocket's on a quater pint yeah they extra chessy
Wait till they relesase this bumping this shit on [?]
Zone 6 niggas in the trap with me
Got 10 young gunners in the back of me
Got three chains white-stones
Like cocaine getting blowed
With my gang Ping pongin,blue flame
Never met a nigga like me before
I get 50 racks turn it to a hundred
Watch me move that pack like a track runner
Hundreds in in the sack blowing marijuana
Pint of codeine sip it like I want it
You lil niggas can't fuck with the kid
Bossed up just look what I did
Talking cash like guap what it is
Imma young nigga keep lean like [?]
Hell yeah a nigga coming in by myself
Real street nigga's gone feel how I feel
Had to grind them years
Shine on my peers
Now we on columns flying
And hitting gears
Kush in my blunt
12 in my whip
Push that button bet that bitch disappear
Cost bouta brick for the Audamar
On the 35th floor it's a party here
Chorus:
Good kush, Good drank
I'm in another zone
Stacking paper my nigga
I gets my hustle on
Wish these hater's and critics
Leave me the fuck alone
I'm getting blowed blowed