Colt 45 (2018)

[Intro]

Yeah

I'm feelin' good

I'm feelin' real fuckin' good, ayy

[Verse 1]

I've been on time-out since kindergarten

Doc tested me for crazy, I was in the margin

Couple marijuana plants growin' in my garden

Throw some kratom in my waters when I'm sippin' on 'em

And I be killin' everything up on my John Wick

Trust me, motherfucker, you don't really want this

Got a little blonde chick who's Nicki Minaj thick

To my side like I'm starrin' in a Bond flick, cut through the conflict

Like a hot knife through some Land O'Lakes

So you could dissect my words and annotate

But you could never find a weak spot, I got that Heat Rock

And we pullin' up, better slam those brakes

Until the fat lady sing on Broadway

Don't know how much that broad weigh, but she hit them acapellas all day

A renegade, part Shady and part Jay

And part Tasmanian devil, raisin' hell in the hallways

I'm takin' it over, I heat 'em up just like the brave little toaster

Until the fuckin' day that I'm sober

Mary Jane in my bowl loaded with a whole 'nother O

Of this dope that I'm rollin', 'cause baby, that's the way of the stoner

I got a hundred proof in my cup with some juice

And I get fuckin' loose, shit, it runs in my roots

I go hard, poppin' Cialises up in the booth

Killin' shit because it's somethin' to do

[Chorus]

I got my Colt 45 and my Zig-Zag rolled

Turn my speakers on high 'til my tweeters are blown

I'll be losin' my mind in my smoked out zone

Grind it, roll it, light it, smoke it, hold it in, now get stoned

[Verse 2]

Webby goin' sick a lot, someone get a Penicillin shot

Encephalitis that's mixed with a little chickenpox

They can't keep up with the massive amount of shit I drop

I'ma need a bigger litter box

And I'll crash the Porsche right up into the packin' store

Take everything, dip, come back and ask for more

A motherfucker, why you think your mom and dad divorced?

Snoop Dogg in Baby Boy, I'ma smash your fort

I'm kickin' over the cushion, so with the flow I've been cookin'

They've been bumpin' this shit from Poland to Brooklyn

But I'll be up on a beach in Connecticut on a stroll with your woman

She be bendin' over in front of me when she know that I'm lookin'

I know that I shouldn't, but I just got an appetite

For that ass in tight pants, it just grabs my sight

And when she told me I'm talented and my tracks are tight

I'm like, "Yeah, no shit, bitch"

I know my rapping's nice, shit, I've been doin' this shit half my life

You shitty rappers need to pass the mic

Yeah, you could say somethin' back but, like, that'd be bad advice

You really don't want me to snap, alright?

The top spots what I'm coming for

Got that magic with the flow, call me Dumbledore

I got the munchies and all you rappers are lookin' like Aqua Teen Hunger Force

You don't want no motherfuckin' war

[Chorus]

I got my Colt 45 and my Zig-Zag rolled

Turn my speakers on high 'til my tweeters are blown

I'll be losin' my mind in my smoked out zone

Grind it, roll it, light it, smoke it, hold it in, now get stoned