Kush Rolled Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, I got my kush rolled up Fitted sittin' low Sac City nigga yeah you already know yeah [Verse 1] I'm goin' in like the front door, swangin' Kickstand made of styrofoam, leanin' Like Lupe last single, Beamin' Seven forty fever white dime blade nina Young Chaz Wheeler all about that cash either In or I transform like Bumblebee does Bubblegum kush rolled up in a naked beelah These niggas mad that I'm hot yeah they hate the fever In the kitchen with the pot like I'm a barista In the kitchen with the pot I'm beggin' to chief up End begins at the dinner table with linen able on my big boy shit Everywhere my need cable got a stallion named Savanna she stay in my stable She clubs in on that paper so I call her Staples ball hard 24 like I play at the Staples But it's our co lines like a barcode Go! [Hook] So tell a friend and I'm iller than you ever been In the game playing for keeps that's why they never win Win, yeah I said it they don't ever win Been to Hell and back now I'm going back to Hell again I got stacks on the dressers scale on the floor Burner on my hip couple carats 'round my throat They can't comprehend how hard a nigga goes I did it for my city cause it's all a nigga knows Got my kush rolled up Fitted sittin' low Kush rolled up Fitted sittin' low I got my kush rolled up Fitted sittin' low It's ALL C.I.T.Y. nigga if you wit' me let me know uh [Verse 2] The flow sick yeah I wrote this on my death bed I'm just tryna milk the game like I'm breast fed You outta know that ya young nigga cold Let my old hoes suck me off thizz call it X-head I came to bring the pain like messhead What's the hold up I'm just tryna blow up like a meth lab It don't matter if ya bloodin' or ya cousin real niggas fuck with me fuck whoever doesn't That's word to my older brother's cousin 20 niggas on stage yellin' free new money Fly trap how I stick to the paper flyin' through the trap got my stickers and my papers License and registration sticky in the paper rollin' up blazed gentleman not a gangster Uh, but I still keep it G though, all about my chips squeeze a clip for the Fritos [Hook] So tell a friend and I'm iller than you ever been In the game playing for keeps that's why they never win Win, yeah I said it they don't ever win Been to Hell and back now I'm going back to Hell again I got stacks on the dressers scale on the floor Burner on my hip couple carats 'round my throat They can't comprehend how hard a nigga goes I did it for my city cause it's all a nigga knows Got my kush rolled up Fitted sittin' low Kush rolled up Fitted sittin' low I got my kush rolled up Fitted sittin' low It's ALL C.I.T.Y. nigga if you wit' me let me know uh