wrong planet ft. GRIMM Doza Lyrics

Let the weed blaze while the beats playing

You keep hating, the heat's spraying to leave you laying

Six feet deeper than statements that Mr. Jesus would make

Ten toes down, I walk what I'm talking

Stephen Hawking with the flow, my foes are amyotrophic

Claim they got my back but they plot on how to say they got me back

Smacking Donald Trump with a guala stack

Trappin' in my scholar slacks

Still rock Versace off the dollar rack

Money on my mind, tryna get a fucking college cap

And usher in a job so that I can pop my collar back

Wonderfully designed every line you hear me rhyme

The kind that make you gotta hear the shit a second time

Rewind

I'm 19 in my prime

Might I remind that I'm unsigned

Grinding until my family's fine

Muthafucka

Once was paid in cess, now I'm blunted off the hundreds

Stuffing duckets in my trousers by the dozens

With your lover in the shower

Ima fuck her, nah I'm fucking with you, cousin

I blaze pot like an oven

Stay chopped like an onion

Music got me buzzin', now a nigga getting money off of nothing

I'm Snoop Dizzle with two pistols

I shoot and hit you

Then I move quicker than dudes who knew jujitsu

It's too simple, I'm complex as cobwebs

With two widows giving me hot sex

But they was fucking me while their husbands were not dead

A lil bit twisted in the head and I've got dreads

Clinical pot head

Half an ounce of loud in my arm rest

Pigs pull me over, the smell is making my palms sweat

Anytime that I announce a project

You muthafuckas label it a bomb threat

In other words, C-Squared's blowing up like C4

Exploding everyone in the vicinity, ya mom's next