Steemin' Bluntz Lyrics

Triple six don't take no shit

We let you bustas burn in hell

This OKIEZ shit so fuck your clique we hoppin out the wishing well

I spark a spliff and bump my shit up in the crpyt and cast a spell

I'm president I take a sip of dip and trip up in my whip

I'm crashin all the waves feel the rain with the Hurricane Mane got a K

Let him slay almost everyday

I'm killin all the lames gettin paid tryna pave the way out the pain

Can I pave the way?

Can I escape?

Back up on this shit I'm talkin bout you bustas runnin lip

You talkin game or fuckin lame?

Load the dirty thirty clip

I swear you pussy boys the same run ya mouth just like a hoe

Tell ya bitch ass hit the door and tell ya bitch to hit the floor

Hurricane I gotta go hit the truck and fuckin roll

Hit em with a broom boom boom now he leakin stool

In a bloody pool you a fool such a fuckin fool

You swore yo ass was cool now you lookin in the tool

Hol up hol up

What the fuck they say?

Pookie grab the AK and let that fuckin bitch spray

Welcome to the state of decay where I lay everyday

I crush them pills up and put them all up in my face

I'm that black haired hot boy addicted to them drugs

I'm always surrounded by them big ass motherfuckin guns

Just give me a reason to put em all to use

I got a full magazine all I need is an excuse

308 and 7.62 all up in your home

Kickin in your doors and only aiming for your fuckin dome

Infared lasers flashin all up in your eyes

Is it green? Is it red? Only I decide

I don't want no fuckin money I just want your fuckin life

I might accidentally your motherfuckin wife

Sorry but it's on a long list of bad habits of mine

I guess it's what happens when they look up in the sky