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 motherf*cker
Chain hangin' in this motherf*cker
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 sh*t 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 f*ck, 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 (pus*y n*gga 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 (pus*y n*gga its Gucci!)


[Verse 2]
I smoke Dutches, cool me down
While y'all sell ounces, n*gga, I blow pounds
pus*y ass f*ck boy, get the f*ck from 'round
Gucci class clown, n*gga, 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, n*gga, 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