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