Weed Smoker lyrics

[Chorus]
Wam
Blowing cookie I'm a weed smoker
Laid up in yo' crib with yo' b*tch
I'm a freed loader
We keep bread, so we keep toasters
40 on me shoot a straight face like I play poker
Mac on me it ain't no face paint, come get this makeover
n*gga pulled up thinking I'ma lash then he got f*cked over
I don't know yo' lane, but it ain't this one, move the f*ck over
Out in traffic with them red beams like pull the f*ck over

[Verse 1]
Jugged a n*gga I used to kick it with
I pulled a f*ck over
I been off so many drugs this month
I feel like f*ck sober
I ain't wanna, hit the b*tch too long
I had to f*ck sober
See a clown, fire off a round
I feel like f*ck Joker
I told my brother if he snitch he ain't my bro no more
I told my b*tch you ain't tryna get rich, you ain't my hoe no more
Got caught lackin' at the gas station, he don't go no more
These n*ggas act like b*tches it's a difference?
I don't know no more
[Verse 2]
Ayy, blowing cookie like a weed smoker
Riding in the whip, with yo' b*tch and she a seat soaker
Feed a n*gga this full 30 clip, we finna feed vultures
Treat the cops like opps, b*tch I'm clutching if I see popers
I'm bussing off the top
Ooh I'm hot, he a heat stroker
The seals getting ripped
Out this b*tch I ain't a sea soldier
b*tch ain't got no drive don't make no moves, I gotta repo her
f*ck it I'ma, put it on her feet, the b*tch can bleed loafers
Jugged a b*tch I used to kick it with, I told her be older
I told her shut up, grow the f*ck up, you don't need shoulders
If you don't put a buck up then yo' knuck up, baby we over
Get the b*tch to push the baby for me, I don't need strollers
n*gga you a sleeping daisy, f*cking with my weed growers
Airing sh*t out, we in yo' grass like a leaf blower
Let a n*gga run up for some pack and it's gon' be over
I'm in the trap, bagging up that stank it got that feet odor

[Chorus]
Blowing cookie I'm a weed smoker
Laid up in yo' crib with yo' b*tch
I'm a freed loader
We keep bread, so we keep toasters
40 on me shoot a straight face like I play poker
Mac on me it ain't no face paint come get this makeover
n*gga pulled up thinking I'ma lash then he got f*cked over
I don't know yo' lane, but it ain't this one, move the f*ck over
Out in traffic with them red beams like pull the f*ck over