GANJA GOBLIN lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[Verse 1]
f*ck what they think
Ion wear Gucci n*gga I wear mink
Fur burr trigger gettin' pretty cold
Tell them b*tches I'm not listening the yappin' gettin' old
One ear to the next like the bread in my bank
My pockets so fat I got a bed when I sit
Nina boutta bang bang to a n*gga talkin sh*t
You don't hit licks an ice cream cone the only thing you lick
I been countin' money over blessings I been pretty sick

[Verse 2]
Wear a double X so you wouldn't even see the piece
You in double X cause McDonalds only thing you eat
Pastor been around you another two year rental lease
On a property that happens to also be owned by me
I get paid to be at places that for you would not be free
If you want my time and talent then a n*gga want a fee

[Chorus]
Psilocybin vibin' I got magic mushrooms in my tea
I'm that hungry motherf*cker yea pastor f*ckin' P
I'm a Ganja Goblin gobbling steady smokin' pounds of weed
My temple throbbin' I don't even know the f*ckin week
You a thousand f*ckin pounds and continue to go eat
n*gga, you are not a whale, you the whole entire sea
[Bridge]
You a silly-billy actin up all willynilly
You don't know
Pastor P, you don't even really feel me
All the things that I do, I do all up on my own
When the check hit the mail I'mma cash it all alone
f*ck you

[Verse 3]
I know you don't run no checks, you don't run at all
Boutta break the earth's surface, if you were to fall
When you get a b*tch number, she would never call
Six foot but you runnin' short, even if you tall
You tip toein 20s I be thumbin' Benji bills
Mock you at your peril shout out Genji when that n*gga kills
Are you f*ckin serious, n*ggas are delirious
I'm a monkey, f*ck the yellow hat, yo b*tches curious
I just stole yo wallet but that b*tch is always empty
I don't want the love if it fueled up by your envy

[Chorus]
Psilocybin vibin' I got magic mushrooms in my tea
I'm that hungry motherf*cker yea pastor f*ckin' P
I'm a Ganja Goblin gobbling steady smokin' pounds of weed
My temple throbbin' I don't even know the f*ckin week
I'm a Ganja Goblin gobbling steady smokin' pounds of weed
My temple throbbin' I don't even know the f*ckin week
[Verse 4]
Shut the f*ck up
You a dumb, f*ck
Run over his body with a dump truck
Heavy steppin' on the beat, wet Ugg
n*gga you should know I don't give f*cks
Smoke a pound a day at least
Wake and bake like bread with yeast
Touch my weed end up deceased
Look my way and lose your teeth

[Outro]
You a silly-billy actin up all willynilly
You don't know
Pastor P, you don't even really feel me
All the things that I do, I do all up on my own
When the check hit the mail I'mma cash it all alone
f*ck you