By Da Blunt ft. Uriah Lyrics

(Yea by the blunt)

(Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt)

(Yeah I gotta smoke by the uh)

(Yeah I gotta smoke by the uh)

Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt

And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut

All my niggas came with the bucks

All you niggas can't get none and it's us

Designer my feet you wear the chucks

Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs

Tired of all the bitches showing fake love

Tired of all these niggas showing fake love

Runnin' round town hotboxing in a black truck

Red and blues on her ass but they gotta step up

All my niggas came thru and we bouta go up

All you niggas with the bucks really gotta show us

When yo hoe around yeah she really know us

Look at all the plastic that we been tore up

Bands on the floor finna throw some more

All the hoes on go yeah they want some more

Met a bad bitch say she Vietnamese

I don't speak that language I speak munyunese

No I cannot worry I got Philly cheese

Linking with designers I got unreleased

(Uh)

Yeah I'm bout my green

Gotta have the chili if you rock with me

OG new Camaro it ain't bumblebee

Sending all the hate it ain't stinging me

Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt

And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut

All my niggas came with the bucks

All you niggas can't get none and it's us

Designer my feet you wear the chucks

Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs

Tired of all the bitches showing fake love

Tired of all these niggas showing fake love

Tired of all the fake love

Tired of em flexin faked up

Tired of em flexing fake dubs (aye)

Tired of em flexing fake guns

Walked in BART got it, strapped in the club (aye)

Got Juise in the cut (aye)

And I'm pouring up the Juice got a dub

Made the strap fart, yeah you know who it was

Sippin on purple like a grape now

Made 'em go up on a Tuesday bring the Drac out

She gone suck me up we ain't gone make out

BMW ass up, face down

I was off the percs had to take out

I can't get the wock I'm sippin pai now

I ain't really trippin, getting paid now

She could see the codeine in my face, how?

(Click clack)

(Fuck bitch)

Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt

And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut

All my niggas came with the bucks

All you niggas can't get none and it's us

Designer my feet you wear the chucks

Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs

Tired of all the bitches showing fake love

Tired of all these niggas showing fake love