POTHEAD & STONER lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake—)
Yah
Hmm

[Chorus]
It's whatever with y'all gang, ya'll n*ggas be hidin' from us
Hm, we pull the Glock out on that opp, they turn to track runners (They scared)
Huh, we'll pistol whip that f*ck n*gga if we find out he undercover (C'mere)
b*tch better suck this di*k when you get up under these f*cking covers (On god)
b*tch, you belong to the swoop and I could never love you (No cap)
n*gga put a 20 on my head, a n*gga doubled on it (He put a 20 on it)
Hm, when I be f*cking these b*tches, sound like macaroni (No cap)
I be high as f*ck, on God, I'm a pothead and a stoner (High as f*ck)

[Verse]
I'll gеt on his ass, no joke, f*ck boy, nah, I ain't joking (Yah)
Hm, I ain't playing, triple-doubles on that hеad, they call me Jokić
He was slipping, outside, we caught him down bad, took his doses (Down bad)
Gon' blind him, them boy don't want no drama
And they pus*y, and they telling, and we know they talk to coppers
We be outside with these choppers, then we know notice helicopters
n*gga wanna beef with BL, we gon' turn they bones to fossils (Yah)
She got long neck like Ostrich, lil' ass boy, stop all that talkin'
00Spaz, I don't talk softly, Big dawg Spaz and I got my own office (Big Dawg)
Yuh, pop this Xan and I start trippin', but I get jiggy (Jiggy)
I ain't gon' lie, I let that Draco kick like Bruce Lee, cause they can't kick it (Draco)
I ain't gon' lie, a rat and a mouse the same thing, these n*ggas talk to Mickey (No Cap)
It's whatever with y'all boys, I call them vamps, they come in a Jiffy (Vamp)
Call me Spaz, 'cause they know B-Whoa, they know I shoot different (B-Whoa)
I got a scope on that G-19, and that lil' boy shoot stiff (Stiff)
Look at the posture, I'm a vamp, every time I slang that blick
Play with that vampire sh*t, these boys get smoked just like a nic' (Vampire)
Every time they talk to 12, you know this sh*t down here get wicked
Huh, okay, you think that n*gga, huh? (n*gga, huh?)
You barely got that 50 on
Call up Chapo to get that store runnin' (Sto')
BandGang, Mafioso (Yah)
And I ain't cappin', I hit that lick right before Still Young Pablo (Yah)
[Chorus]
It's whatever with y'all gang, ya'll n*ggas be hidin' from us (They scared)
Hm, we pull the Glock out on that opp, they turn to track runners (Ran Track)
Huh, we'll pistol whip that f*ck n*gga if we find out he undercover (f*ck n*gga)
b*tch better suck this di*k when you get up under these f*cking covers (Yah)
b*tch, you belong to the swoop and I could never love you (No cap)
n*gga put a 20 on my head, a n*gga doubled on it (He put a 20 on it)
Hm, when I be f*cking these b*tches, sound like macaroni (Yah)
I be high as f*ck, on God, I'm a pothead and a stoner (High as f*ck)