Blunt ft. M0NTE Lyrics

Face shots treat em like a wood they say i'm blunt

No i'm not rude but i'm not sugarcoating shit don't give a fuck

Twin a tranny with that glizzy wherever he at he keep it tucked

And you know that that's my brother so speak on G and then you slumped

With these bullets we gon spam so when we leave lil boy you dumped

Call this lil bitch baby bam she bad as hell know how to suck

I'm still hurt i lost AG i ain't gon lie that fucked me up

Motivated me to chase a fucking bag let's run it up

These niggas goofies tryna kick it boy you know yo ass ain't gang

I fuck with who i fuck with nigga i ain't gotta fucking bang

That nigga sweet he need detergent cause his ass a easy stain

Heard what i said i feel like gucci let's bring that pussy nigga pain

Fuck that picture on your pendant we gon take that fucking chain

He say he gon do this and that but still aint do a fucking thang

I sip that cup so fucking much when i go piss it's purple rain

Roll his ass up in a dutch and take that shit straight to the face

Face shots treat em like a wood they say i'm blunt

No i'm not rude but i'm not sugarcoating shit don't give a fuck

Twin a tranny with that glizzy wherever he at he keep it tucked

And you know that that's my brother so speak on G and then you slumped

With these bullets we gon spam so when we leave lil boy you dumped

Call this lil bitch baby bam she bad as hell know how to suck

I'm still hurt i lost AG i ain't gon lie that fucked me up

Motivated me to chase a fucking bag let's run it up

I'm with my nigga k2

You know what them Ks do

You know we like hopping out on feet you run we chase you

C-O-D confirmed the kill stand over we gon face you

Sit up and worry about another nigga pockets some shit I can't do

Nigga kept on acting fishy so we shot him in his gill

Why the fuck you talking like that that ain't even how you live

Fuck these bitches hit the city with my niggas run up a mil

Don't need no mask don't need no pill I'm sobered up I still go drill

Five five six knock off a limb

Forty cal knock off the rim

I let off shots I swear the God don't shoot at shit below the rim

You tricking for this lil bitch she doing dicks and you a simp

Last nigga who got caught man that shit was just a glimpse

Black trucks with ARPs that's how we ride around

Got so much fucking weed up in this trap we going pound for pound

Creeping I get low pop out the bush and I won't make a sound

My bullets jumpman come from out the two three now your ass up out of bounds

Speak on my nigga P we gon leave your ass deceased

I call up AMA load up the dracs let's go and spray

See Jordan he a athlete

But he real fast on his feet

I call him up he come through trucking shit get stepped on like a cleat

I'm with my five I got my fi you speak on Trill then you gon die

Nigga see that I'm a problem when we meet up eye for eye

Face shots treat em like a wood they say i'm blunt

No i'm not rude but i'm not sugarcoating shit don't give a fuck

Twin a tranny with that glizzy wherever he at he keep it tucked

And you know that that's my brother so speak on G and then you slumped

With these bullets we gon spam so when we leave lil boy you dumped

Call this lil bitch baby bam she bad as hell know how to suck

I'm still hurt i lost AG i ain't gon lie that fucked me up

Motivated me to chase a fucking bag let's run it up