Fye Up Da Kush lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Bling-blaow-wow-baow, you b*tch n*gga
Yeah
pus*y
Yeah, the greatest
Huh?
Untouchable, n*gga
Undisputed heavyweight champion, pus*y n*gga
Get your weight up, ho-ass n*gga
Yeah, I know you see us in the club thirty deep, bottles up, n*gga

[Chorus]
I fire up the kush and then hop out the coupe
This groupie-ass b*tch just wanna get loose
I'm with some dread head n*ggas pourin' up lean
I spent they whole rent like that sh*t ain't a thing
My uncle in here and he turnt off a bean
I live in the night and I sell that ho dreams
I hit the club, it's like the time stop

[Verse]
These rappers going broke, they jewelry in the pawn shop
I'm smoking loud, see, I'm quiet, but the money talk
And yeah, we run the hood, but today, I money walk
Could put a price on your head, look what that money bought
Racks looking ugly, you n*ggas need a job
I'm pressing hard in the paint, I don't need a lob
I keep it tucked, I'm so professional
In love with my profession, my obsession flex on n*ggas and count up decimals
I count up the chicken, then hop out the coupe
I fly to Atlanta to pour up a deuce
I lie to that b*tch, but her pus*y the truth
My n*ggas ain't hoopers, but know how to shoot
I'm in the trap, got that b*tch in the mood
I beat the block 'til that b*tch get abused
All of my n*ggas got nothing to lose
I'm in Hollywood, Tom Cruise
I'm a dirty dog in the trap serving Michael Vicks
With a pretty bad b*tch, ass thicker than a Twix
My wrist cost a lick, I'm in the club with a brick
Yeah, these diamonds p*ss, but sorry, baby, I still ain't sh*t
I get you touched for a nick'
I got that flame 'cause I'm lit
My boy don't think, he just gon' click
Just signed my gun, that b*tch could spit
What you know about a bad b*tch, n*gga?
What you know about them trash bags and them glass 'cicles?
I know n*ggas up five hundred, now they on they last nickel
Spoiled by a bad apple, now they in a bad pickle
These rappers so predictable
If you talk some money, then you know I talk reciprocal
Me and Ben Frank identical
[Chorus]
I fire up the kush and then hop out the coupe
This groupie-ass b*tch just wanna get loose
I'm with some dread head n*ggas pourin' up lean
I spent they whole rent like that sh*t ain't a thing
My uncle in here and he turnt off a bean
I live in the night and I sell that ho dreams
I hit the club, it's like the time stop