Gelato Lyrics

Sticky bud, kief on fingers, break it down the scent it lingers,

Smokin' on this Kush all day, I burn it right down to the stinger,

I am a daydreamer, thinkin' bout the road ahead of me

Thinkin' bout old friends who turned into my enemies

Thinkin' bout the people that be prayin' for the end of me

Set-up kids, try to bring me down, why I been so friendily?

Why they act a friend to me, then talk a lot of dirt?

If they paid attention, they would know that it would get them hurt

If they paid attention, they know I can do them worse

Than they ever did to me

Makin' feelings hurt, catch them talkin' shit

I almost go berserk, but I keep my cool

Long game is the way I make things work

In my favor, luck is always on my side

Call it fuckin' ego, but I know I'm always right

Put myself in situations and I come out fine

Death wants to take me, but life said he is mine

So I walk, how I talk, with confidence and sleaze,

Buy a pound of marijuana just so I can feel release,

At the end of the day, when I think about all these

Problems that I face that cause me anxiety

And it helps, when I break the sticky green down,

Gets all on my fingers, I roll blunts

Fat all around, keep a pack of swishers

In my pocket when I'm out, smokin' while I travel

Makin' sales when I'm on route

Smokin' while I travel till I fuckin' run out

Feel the need for the weed, yes, I'm lookin' for the loud

"Where the bud at?" Like that 3-6 mafia sound

Hit my people's and re-up I copped another pound

Sticky bud, kief on fingers, break it down, the scent it lingers,

Smokin' on this kush all day, I burn it right down to the stinger

I am a daydreamer, thinkin' bout the road ahead of me,

Thinkin' bout old friends who turned into my enemies

Thinkin' bout the people that be prayin' for the end of me

Set-up kids try to bring me down, why, I been so friendly?

Why they act a friend to me, then talk a lot of dirt

If they paid attention, they would know that it would get them hurt

Sticky bud, kief on fingers, break it down, the scent it lingers,

Smokin' on this kush all day, I burn it right down to the stinger

I am a daydreamer, thinkin' bout the road ahead of me,

Thinkin' bout old friends who turned into my enemies

Thinkin' bout the people that be prayin' for the end of me

Set-up kids try to bring me down, why I been so friendly?

Why they act a friend to me, then talk a lot of dirt,

If they paid attention, they would know that it would get them hurt