Coughin' Out a Lung

Yeah ,

SDot ,

You know me .

(Verse)

I be smokin’ on that loud , I ain’t never calmin’ down .

What the fuck they talkin’ ‘bout ? Man they weed don’t make no sound .

That shit ain’t green , that’s brown . That’s the worst weed around .

I got fifteen plugs in this town , and every week I cop an ounce .

Smoke like a chimney , they ain’t smokin’ with me .

I smoke like I’m Whitney , want smoke I got plenty .

I know **** envy , yo blunts are too skinny .

She blow me , she windy , she stroke on my Jimmy .

She do it quickly I watch how she shimmy .

She want a ring she want me down on Disney (this knee) .

But I ain’t Goofy , no bitch I ain’t silly .

And bitch I ain’t Mickey ‘cause I eat the kitty .

Baby let me roll a blunt on them titties .

And I’m the hottest **** in the city .

Every single thing I do it get litty .

I see all this money I’m yellin’ gimme .

**** did me dirty no longer friendly .

Grindin’ hard I’m tryna cop me a Benzy .

Got these bitches thirsty they wanna drink me .

Lookin’ for someone better , can’t find any ,

One , ima son of a gun with a blunt on my tongue .

And I’m one of a one , put this blunt in my lungs .

And I’m stuntin’ for fun ,

When I come for the hunt , I ain’t done til I’m done .

Tryna run up the funds , yeah I’m up like the sun .

Got a cup full of rum , **** tuckin’ the gun .

And I love when they run , I get bud by the ton .

I get love from your hun , and she suck til I cum .

What you really know about that .

Every day I smoke the loud pack .

Sonnin’ **** I’m a proud dad .

They should hang it up , where’s the towel rack .

Kill a track within an hour flat .

They sleepin’ on me that’s a power nap .

These **** sweeter than a sour patch .

I know life a bitch I make her smile back .

You jump on the stage and the crowd laugh .

I’m cookin’ up shit like it’s Outback .

These **** belong in a mouse trap .

They snitchin’ they should get they mouth smacked .

If I take an L ima bounce back .

If I face an L then I’m wild smacked .

And I’m the king like where my crown at ?

I got some Crown I’m ‘bout to down that .

You know I got bags full of purple , I’m geeked off the weed yea I’m swaggin’ like Urkel .

Ain’t nobody whack in my circle , we all gettin’ blunted we passin’ the herbal .

I carry the pack I could serve you , and I spit the truth and these facts could be hurtful .

I just got a pack ima burn through , they say that I’m sick , you can’t catch it like bird flu .

I keep a bag of the ganja , and I get so high that I’m battlin’ monsters .

Smoke til I’m relaxed or unconscious , don’t ask me ‘bout hash ‘cause you know that I got it .

I’m just tryna bag up the product then stack up the profits need racks in my wallet .

And you’ll never catch me without it .

If you try me you’ll be lackin’ a noggin .

Killin’ **** , put you back in the coffin .

Take a really big dab then I’m coughin’ .

When I smoke a big bag I’m exhausted .

I’m the man and you a drag in a closet .

Way I Kill it , **** sad and I’m honest .

Ima blow up like I’m packin’ a rocket .

I’m the plug now put me back in the socket .

You know I can’t do this magic without it .