9RL Stoner Lyrics

Ay, yeah

Bitch, you don't need Birkin, you need Jesus

Wanna lay and fuck all night for no reason

Wanna lay and sleep all night at four seasons

Swear I gotta keep these blues in my creases

Damn, let's hit this blunt, it might please us

Every time you speak on love, I know you teasing

Short on T-Rex and that bitch still be reaching

Catch me in the field, I'm detached with no cleats in

My dawg hit me up, said, come snatch, yeah, the packs in

My dawg hit your bitch, yeah, he smash from the back end

He done fucked some shit up, sent me pics from the wreckage

Owe me my money, pull up, we collecting

Gone roll that dice, pick that card, it's selection

I should be president, I hoes electin

Been on this music, I should have more credit

I ride two trains, but I need a deuce pendant

Diamond encrusted, yeah

Can't fuck with you hoes, cause you hoes be infested

Can't trust none of these shows, even if they get tested

Can't speak on no money if you ain't invested

I stick in hot like I'm smoking asbestos

Bitch, I'm Lil' C. Zod, need extra mostbestos

Been quiet too long, so my mouth might be reckless

Was sleeping in cars, so I house on my checklist

Looking at a fast ass car, like I might grab this

Down she on her lil' ass booty, I'm still gon' grab this

My niggas say he went in raw, he at his own risk

Now he got four, five kids, he had gold kiss

All my niggas get into the back, they working all shifts

If you want to see the promoter, you better call Cliff

If you rolling up for me, you better roll spliff

Everyday Christmas for me, I need a lot of gifts

Everyday I'm smoking gas, I need a lot of spliffs

Say you got a bad ass bitch, I need a lot of them

Heard a lot of you niggas pussy, that's a lot of shim

Know a lot of you niggas changed, but I remember them

Bitch, we on every block, and I ain't talking Sims

Damn, who the fuck is that? No, I can't hang with them

Damn, I heard he a rat, but you still fuck with him

Four, five of them blunts to my face and I can't hear shit

Bad bitch, yeah, hit me up, say go smash it

Yeah, I might take a lil' bit, hold up for ransom

Bad lil' bitch, hold me down, say she want passion

I can't do it, lil' baby, her bout your past shit

She like, how the fuck you judge me off my last shit

I'm like, baby, you lucky I'm even crashing

How the fuck you get mad when you ain't even have shit

Matter of fact, that's my blunt, lil' bitch pass it