Mr. Outsmoker

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I never had a Trukfit item But I'm fitting in a truck with blunts to lit 'em (Light up) Shoutout to the go-getters that be about a journey Shoutout to the people that make it heaven to burn weed Niggas that be smoking a lot of weed be doing a lot of work I don't know one lazy person off of the purp (Nah I don't) If you lazy then your weed is fake The small time smokers can't smoke a blunt to the face You just a baby Grab this little kid some Similac, bae ready to fuck Give me twenty minutes while I hit this pack Take it back When me and Fred was twisting the jack (Roll up) Or back whеn we got Westside Gunn high off of a forty sack [Chorus] Ha ha ha You can't outsmokе me You can't outsmoke me Are you fucking crazy? (What the fuck) [Verse 2] Legends in the city they gon' pull up on me (Yup) They already know that I be smoking on the strong weed from deep in the hood Mother fuckers can't be weak in the hood (Naw) You don't smoke the same as me 'cause my weed from the hood You more like a dispensary rat You'd rather fuck with the white man then get taxed Then when you broke fall back on your ass (Ha) I never had a budget for weed I take my last three hundred and go cop me a zip (What?) Don't trip, I'll get it back next week Pull up on the homie crib and cop the fresh weed Get bent on a jet ski Nigga [Chorus] You can't outsmoke me You can't outsmoke me Are you fucking crazy? (What's up?) [Verse 3] We use the vent in the car to dry the blunt off A hot head that got high now he don't want to bust his gun off I'm in the mood to smoke seven whole blunts dog Rolled about six raps, there's five ways to drive home Might cop four onions, I'm about to get my cry on Every three days re-up before the high gone Couple of twins getting friend in the Benz I'm off that one and gone Performance at the Dumbledore now I'm high in my living room