1000 Blunts lyrics

[Intro: Chloe Kaul, Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Zirk]
Hold tight
(You did good, $lick)
Hold tight
(It's a Smash!)
I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine
Gotta' get some f*ckin' ends
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticing the mine
I'm noticin' the mine
Buck 'em down, down to the ground
Chase them with some f*cking crown
Now I'm buck, buck as f*ck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticing the mine
I'm noticin' the mine
Step on up, buck 'em down, down to the ground
Chase them with some f*cking crown
Gotta' get some f*ckin' ends
Now I'm buck, buck as f*ck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine
I'm noticin' the mine
Step on up, buck 'em down, down to the ground
Chase them with some f*cking crown
Gotta' get some f*ckin' ends
Now I'm buck, buck as f*ck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' thе mine
I'm noticin' the mine
[Verse 1: Anthony Mars]
Yo, light that cigarеtte, I'm trippin', ash it on my b*tches
Taking my dose, I never skip it
Still in my hood up pistol grippin' still got a hundred blunts
Got that Bape up in my cup
Stay with a b*tch in the cut, who stay with my di*k in her guts, yeah
Wetto the King of the Grey
Self park, I don't f*ck with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, f*ck a delay, went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never okay, b*tch, stop asking
Came up and supported my family
Just for that they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and duckin' the slammer, uh
Thinking 'bout c*ckin' the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamour, uh
None of this sh*t even matter, none of this sh*t made me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Lockin' me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straitjacket my fashion

[Verse 2: Norman Atomic]
Ruby da Motherf*cker, grim reapin', I'm undercover
Soul seekin', I found another b*tch, who's thinkin', that I'm her lover, no
Reason I keep on shruggin', blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em comin'
Only weed keeps me from buggin' and from seekin' out more destruction
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt, I'll ever know
That these b*tches want me to fly 'em out, just because I upped the glow
All these f*ckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low 
And talk sh*t about me and my cousin
While we're thumbin' through our dough
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish, I was a ghost
Watch me, raise the f*ckin' dead next time, I'm on stage at a show
[Chorus: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic, Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Zirk]
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Gotta' get some f*ckin' ends
Gotta' get some f*ckin' ends
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Gotta' get some f*ckin' ends
Gotta' get some f*ckin' ends
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like, I'm doin' time, all the time
Buck 'em down, down to the ground
Chase them with some f*cking crown
Now I'm buck, buck as f*ck, bloody pistol in my hand
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God, all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like, I'm doin' time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God, all the time, yeah, all the time, time, yeah, time, yeah, time, yeah, time, yeah, god all the time, yeah, time, yeah, time, yeah