[Verse 1: Young Pyro]
Uh, Kush smoke inside my lungs/
Called that b*tch just to make her c*m/
Keep a bad b*tch right beside of me/
It Look like we hit the lottery-winning/
If you ain't gonna blow this weed/
You better blow my f*cking di*k/
Take a lick/
Make it drip/
On the tip/
b*tch don't spit/
Good head get your toes licked/
With some dope di*k/
Like She a kid I'm Miyagi, i got her calling me the master/
This rich n*gga pray to god if I break bread you could call me a pastor/
In that pus*y ima go dive, If its a concert i got a gold ticket/
She gave me neck like a clothes line/
With a Wet lake like Ricky/
Watch/
n*ggas can't f*ck with me/
Living with luxury/
Started from nothing but love and good company/
Now I stack chips and these b*tches in lust with me/
Celibate attitude can't get no f*cks from me/
Bad b*tch and she put all her trust in me/
But Its like a third world country these b*tches be thirsty and Hungary/
b*tches pop pus*y I just pop my collar/
Blowing this weed and I'm blowing my dollars/
Blowing this loud always keep a b*tch quiet/
Hang up on you once the money is calling/
n*gga 6'2 but the money is taller/
I'm balling like Jordan smoke weed like a scholar/
I got Jewish bread like hall-ah/
Rastafari how I'm gone off the ganja/
What's the problem n*gga/
(Chorus x2)
If you ain't blowing this weed
You better be blowing this di*k
I'm high off life
But You gotta blow something
Uh
If you ain't blowing this weed
You better be blowing this di*k
I'm high off life
But You gotta blow something
b*tch
[Verse 2: Young Pyro]
Telling me to turn down when I'm hyped up/
I'm a New York n*gga when my sh*t drop i put my lights up/
They looking at who I f*ck/
They asking how I stack my bucks/
She like the way I break it down then twist the blunt and fire it up/
I never been a b*tch and I'm flyer than a thug/
Never be broke no ill never be a scrub/
Won't betray my n*ggas I never watch they hoes/
That's just how it goes I'm living by the code/
If She a bad b*tch I might give her a treat/
p*ssing on the game and I won't wipe the seat/
That's nasty of me/
That's trashy of me/
But your b*tch understand that's why her nickname is capeash/
Blow something no bubbles/
Shawty bad and she trouble/
Bedroom boxer we rumble/
Hit it so hard that I make the b*tch fumble, I'm humble/
Stay fresh stay clean but I'm smoking on sticky/
Call that b*tch juicy she get so trippy/
f*ck a b*tch long this ain't no quickie/
Ain't talking bout pants but she on my di*kie/
Wanna c*ck block that's a gunshot/
b*tch I'm the sh*t just like the bubble guts/
Got your b*tch in my corridor/
Tiptoeing on wooden floors/
Dog the b*tch she on all fours/
Dog b*tches on a kitty tour/
And nothing was the same like drake after i smashed She saying its yours/
Call it destruction I'm busting her walls/
Made by god don't got no flaws/
If you on my team just know I got y'all/
If there is a problem it takes one call/
A Saint is just a sinner who stood up/
Made it out but I still throw my hood up/
Rolling that good up/
Call me Kimbo slice when they hear me f*ck the hook up/
Watch me f*ck the hookup/
Uh
(Chorus x2)
If you ain't blowing this weed
You better be blowing this di*k
I'm high off life
But You gotta blow something
Uh
If you ain't blowing this weed
You better be blowing this di*k
I'm high off life
But You gotta blow something
b*tch