Colt 45 (2018)

Lyrics

[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