Shrooming On The Curbside/Somwthing

[Verse]
Nigga I'm whipping the coupe
Nigga I'm sipping, nigga I'm sipping that juice
Nigga I rip it in two
What can I do, my nigga what can i do?
Nigga I'm shooting at you
Nigga you down, nigga you down with the coupe
Nigga we travel in twos
My nigga what can i do, what can i do?

Got high with the homies last night
Two backwoods and some dirty in the sprite
And i might light another
Clip in my hand but I'm stopped by a brother
He got a bag of this fungus
Stems real thick and the caps were humongous
Put a eighth in my hand
And said if i took em I'd be in a land
Where I'd get to fight all my problems to death
To see the whole world without taking a step
No risk of overdose, or going to comatose
Those drugs I'm over those
I trusted the kid for no reason
He countеd to three and he ate em with thеse and
I closed up my nose they were pungent as fuck
Shot em all back and he said, "good luck"

And within thirty minutes
I was tryna talk but i couldn't form a sentence
Weird shit happened and nigga really meant it
Hearing your bars man my brain just read it (read it)
Questioning the shit I learned like [?]
I could read the world like an encyclopedia
Freaking out, tweaking out, neurasthenia
And clear as the day, i saw the world but from everyone's way
I might just smile and pick up a link
And I'll spark up this herb and get right to thinking
Cuz Brahmans tweaking the fuck out in the corner
(fuck, you need a hit of this shit my nigga?)