I Smoke Kush (Pop Beans)

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, huh huh, Gucci

Gucci Gucci Gucci, huh huh huh, what? What?

Watch Gucci, phew, Gucci, phew, phew, phew

Gucci Gucci, huh

So Icey Entertainment bangin' in this motherfucker

Chain hangin' in this motherfucker

Bling, blow, bling, blow, phew, wow, bling

[Chorus]

I smoke kush, and I pop beans

And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me

I sip lean, pure codeine

And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me

I smoke kush, and I pop beans

And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me

I sip lean, pure codeine

And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me

[Verse 1]

I'm so iced up, feel me up

I'm so kushed up, dog, I'm stuck

Somebody help me I can't get up

I bought a whole pound and I smoked the shit up

No more purp, let's restore

Call the kush man, tell him bring much more

We ask another 2 liter, we gon' do four

I'm so drowzy, I might snore

Chain so bright, what you call a eye sore?

If you ain't wanna fuck, what you spend the night for?

Pull all the hoes, what I got the ice for?

Win all the money, what I shot the dice for?

Thinkin' to myself, damn I'm high

I roll another swisher, I'm lookin for some fire

I'm DUI, we so drunk

Yo girl manned up, when she seen my dunk (Pussy nigga it's gucci)

[Chorus]

I smoke kush, and I pop beans

And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me

I sip lean, pure codeine

And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me

I smoke kush, and I pop beans

And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me

I sip lean, pure codeine

And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me (Pussy nigga its Gucci!)

[Verse 2]

I smoke Dutches, cool me down

While y'all sell ounces, nigga, I blow pounds

Pussy ass fuck boy, get the fuck from 'round

Gucci class clown, nigga, you can laugh now

Never back down, east A-town

Boulder crest my stompin' ground, I make sun valley proud

Me and throwback, what it do blood

We showin' hood love, nigga, we some hood thugs

I'm hot, I'm cold, hood I'm street

I'm so iced out check my new piece

Heart shaped diamonds, baby, ain't life sweet

Gucci frames on so I can't see

Gucci MVP, I bring that heat

In my all red dump, with the all chrome seats

Yeah, I'm on fire

Catch me in the hood, drag racin' for tires

[Chorus]

I smoke kush, and I pop beans

And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me

I sip lean, pure codeine

And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me

I smoke kush, and I pop beans

And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me

I sip lean, pure codeine

And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me