Crossbred Soup

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Call me the flavor man Smoked over two thousand and eighty strains What the fuck's a complaint I hate those that be something they ain't Rolling weed just to entertain skanks You ain't even smoke real dank Shit from the gas station nigga Niggas mad that I smoke diamond Swishers You don't have a silver pack then you not smoking iwth us (Not at all) Our roaches be looking like fucking critters Crawed out the bed to some indica I smoke so much I been a bud I lose weed I send it up (Let's go) Fuck it go and cop me a bigger bag Rolled up every branch I had I let niggass keep weed in their pocket They too embarrassed to smoke that shit They knowing Imma judge them like parents When these kids ain't doing well in these outside environments Smoke me under tables Dare you to try it fam [Interlude] (Them niggas don't want no fucking smoke with you dog) (I seen your ass blow down mother fucking volcanos dog) (Took these mother fuckers out) (In their own house) ([?] maybe eight blunts right) (That's cool dog) (You mother fucking cool) (You always smoking the best shit man yeah) (What else you got my nigga?) [Verse 2] Ugh Feeling like I got to get high Shit its a lot of heads on this wedding pie More bodies is coming in the room The room used to be smoky And was smoky since Friday And smoky the bear toking the potent Hoping that a nigga get glistening eyes The temperature rise Nigga one inhale you fell off a highrise Wavier than a tye dye Scifi with the cannabis Smoke all your bud in one place dammit Vic Now we gotta stop and cop from the only nigga that you shop with That's just like getting a haircut by a different barber It's not an option (Not at all) Niggas got bullshit stuffed in a sandwich bag I looked him in the face and he knew he didn't have a chance I look like I'm smoking the best shit Conceited with the trees all the shake and the beverage My shit so strong it make niggas that smoke backwoods want to try to take an exit You know niggas is not trying to get in my session (Get the fuck out of here) Niggas don't want me to smoke with them It's always reverse If we matching then you lighting up first You little pussy [Outro] ([?]) (If I don't know what you smoking dog) (You can't pass that shit in the mother fucking rotation dog) I don't want to taste what that's smoking like This bullshit You can put that out and take it home with you
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Credits
- Writers
- Vic Spencer