Glass Pints lyrics

[Smoke Supreme]
Bro just bought a glass pint of wock and sent it through the mail
I just poured a 4 of Hi-tech I'm movin' like a snail
I could spot a 3.5 with my eyes, don't even need a scale
Gotta have them knots stacked up in case I need a bail
I was sellin' zaza to my teachers, I could never fail
I just got your b*tch in my crib, got her wet as hell
Got a QP of moonrocks I won't even sell
Hit her with the di*k so good she singin' like Adele
Had to eat the pus*y three times it was good as hell
But Imma keep that sh*t to myself, I don't kiss and tell
Shh… cause that ain't my business
Boy you worried bout what I'm doin', need to mind your business
Beat that pus*y like a workout from Planet Fitness
Shawty said I look good as hell so I gave her inches
Opp was talkin' sh*t loud as hell so I gave him stitches
Gotta hit em with the church bell cause I'm killing snitches
I just rolled up a 3.5 I won't even pass it
pus*y talkin' bout "roll up" but won't even match it
My whole crib fancy as f*ck so watch where you ashin'
pus*y boy talkin' all that sh*t but ain't bout that action
Heard he tryna run down on me, put him in the past tense
I just hit the… I just hit the…
I just hit the mall, blew a bag on some Gucci glasses
Finna take a trip to the beach to look at some asses
Had your b*tch c*mmin' back to back like season passes
Bout to drop a fire ass tape that'll shock the masses
You ain't got no sauce or no drip, I could give you classes
I just need a fire ass beat so i can talk my sh*t
Catch a opp lackin' broad day, empty out the clip
Gotta put them rubber gloves on to load up the stick
I could call up three coke boys to come move a brick
*sniff* damn, now her nose runnin'
Gave my hoes AR-15s now them hoes gunnin'
Say the wrong words, we gon turn nothin' into somethin'
He was talking sh*t on twitter so I beat his ass in public
[Kasher Quon]
Just ran into my opp at the store that n*gga runnin'
f*cked this b*tch for a hour she said she c*mmin'
Like… i put it in her stomach
I heard you ain't f*ck that b*tch, you just be humpin'
Shot that n*gga 25 times now he crumpin'
Ran into my opp at the mall, I stumped him
He was calling for security
Told that b*tch I ain't normal, I'm a celebrity
And you gotta keep a pistol that's just how it be
I just made 25 hundred times three
That's 75, ran into a fan he said "that's Kasher Quon"