Drugs lyrics

[Intro]
Pipe

[Verse]
How could you not see the germs?
Don’t f*ck with brownies from the trap, they make my tummy burn
I burned a eighth of sherm, stopped at 76
Came back with a bag of chips and some gummy worms
f*ck, left my lemonade on the countertop
This sh*t is fight, pound of whop that I’m hitting up
Dude I found a pipe, f*ck a blunt, stop the twisting up
f*ck, I need a light, where’s the matches? Hurry, listen up
Growing up, they said we wasn’t missing much
But a Philly blunt in a bag and not give a f*ck
When it comes to green sh*t, I don’t lack at all
Known for keepin’ swish but I really hate basketball
Some might say the boy’s amazing
Eyes low, red, looking like a sad Asian
This new sh*t hits like Jet Lee in a awkward situation
On a mofo, nig​ga I’m faded
Long story short this hits hard
Hi mom, thanks for the Wingstop gift card
See I’ma call you later, well, if my sh*t’s charged
I’m playing iPhone DJ in my b*tch car
Bong rips iced when the glass out
Pack the gas masks full of hash until I pass out
Cigarillo, or Mr. Twist ostimo
Looking like a smoke shop, twinter than the window
I don’t even know, but I’m just spittin’ and I’m faded in the gated
Looking like the f*cking gated community
And *gibberish*
[Outro]
Haha