I Smoke Kush (Pop Beans)

Lyrics

[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