Blowin’ on Courage lyrics

[Chorus]
Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity
Y'all n*ggas be f*cking with the brown dooday
Yo fitted, f*cked up looking like Eustace
We blowing on courage that reggie is useless

[Verse 1]
Just a black n*gga from the cocaine city, don't talk to the b*tch if the ho ain't pretty
That n*gga soft like a god damn titty, b*tch want a real n*gga quit playing get with me
I'm a true blue tongue Kung Fu mac, tongue in the pus*y naw I don't do that
Line on the plate yeah just blew that, just do as I say never ever do that
All the hoes on my thing gotta have a booty, big titties just like an iMax movie
I don't close up when she get moody
b*tch outta pocket found the whistle blew that
Dread-head n*gga with a strap on my lap, three ho's on the back of that donk all black
Astro blasto the as*h*le ooh yea
sh*tting on a square, oh yeah I do that

[Chorus]
Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity
Y'all n*ggas be f*cking with the brown dooday
Yo fitted, f*cked up looking like Eustace
We blowing on courage that reggie is useless
Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity
Y'all n*ggas be f*cking with the brown dooday
Yo fitted, f*cked up looking like Eustace
We blowing on courage that reggie is useless

[Verse 2]
The Pradas look aquatic, my ice is so hypnotic
The double Gs and YSL my n*gga yeah I got it
Louis V shades on face, outstanding
Import swag looking so outlandish
Gator on my Gucci, double Gs all on my linen b*tch
I be on that purple swag, my kush it tastes like lemons b*tch
Pimpin' sh*t, what y'all n*ggas make believe I'm living in, ho's on my team and I'm not taking it they giving it
Ho's overseas suck a di*k long distance
Mouth got clogged like the bong, ain't hittin'
Astro the Magnificent you b*tch that is the album, I don't really need ya b*tch without her I got mountains
And mountains of racks, b*tches relax, tilt ya head back let you lick on my sack
Like it's ice cream, but it's really nuts, and yeah you got a man but I don't really give a f*ck

[Pre Chorus]
I gave the ho a taste of game a her n*gga never touched it
She left him worn out like a dirty pair of chucks
Then a n*gga got chose yeah all cheesed up
b*tch on the back with her f*cking knees up
Get em piped out $150 for the stroke
Got gangrene stacks so sick I'm finna croak(croak croak)
Got gangrene stacks so sick I'm finna croak

[Chorus]
Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity
Y'all n*ggas be f*cking with the brown dooday
Yo fitted, f*cked up looking like Eustace
We blowing on courage that reggie is useless
Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity
Y'all n*ggas be f*cking with the brown dooday
Yo fitted, f*cked up looking like Eustace
We blowing on courage that reggie is useless