Drugs

[Intro] Pipe [Verse] How could you not see the germs? Don’t fuck with brownies from the trap, they make my tummy burn I burned a eighth of sherm, stopped at 76 Came back with a bag of chips and some gummy worms Fuck, left my lemonade on the countertop This shit is fight, pound of whop that I’m hitting up Dude I found a pipe, fuck a blunt, stop the twisting up Fuck, I need a light, where’s the matches? Hurry, listen up Growing up, they said we wasn’t missing much But a Philly blunt in a bag and not give a fuck When it comes to green shit, I don’t lack at all Known for keepin’ swish but I really hate basketball Some might say the boy’s amazing Eyes low, red, looking like a sad Asian This new shit hits like Jet Lee in a awkward situation On a mofo, nig​ga I’m faded Long story short this hits hard Hi mom, thanks for the Wingstop gift card See I’ma call you later, well, if my shit’s charged I’m playing iPhone DJ in my bitch car Bong rips iced when the glass out Pack the gas masks full of hash until I pass out Cigarillo, or Mr. Twist ostimo Looking like a smoke shop, twinter than the window I don’t even know, but I’m just spittin’ and I’m faded in the gated Looking like the fucking gated community And *gibberish* [Outro] Haha