Let's get this * going
Blunt Factory
What's crackin'?
Blunt
Check this out
One, two, one, uh
Yo, check worlds
I really do this for a while
I'm * up right now
My voice is * up
I don't care
Still
Still that same dog with the three-two
Still, still Chase, still, still
Pimp, Dr. Bill
Nothing changed around here
Still tight like clamps
Still receive mail
Man, I love my stamps
I guess it's my turn
Quit your bitchin'
Still, when I say move
Now you shiftin'
Still twistin'
Course, better lift it
Still lay my chest
Still can't pass a piss test
Still give a *
No, they never can let that
Still screamin'
Mufflers, pigs chasin'
Still can't knock me
Still pop wheelies on tracks like Jesus
A couple side key
Check your head, still freakin'
Still see my 6'6'
Riviera stitchin'
One time screechin'
What you thinkin'?
I'm the one they call Blunt
Could it be something else?
Sinkin', bitch
What you thinkin'?
Dog thought I told ya
Same clique
Still can't arrest me
Still big dick
OG soldier
Got clips
Magazines for y'all
With hot lips
Kelly Green Dozier
With dime chicks
Roundup folds
Drag tips
Got it
Oh, soldier
With big hits
Big tits
Still not gonna hold y'all
Still got lips
Wrapped around the duck
Blunt by the beddress
Cone in the cup
Dick in the butt
Old *
Feel the cut
Get splashed
Dick in the butt
In the back
Drip down to the crack
Gettin' nasty
Blunt nasty
Attached to me
Cause I threw the legs
Up in the factory
Just fuckin' with you, girl
Here, *** the dick
Carefully into the mouth
While I spit
Let me put it in the duke
Think the head fit?
*, I'ma push it in
If the head slip
Not demand it
But dick abandoned
Don't call me no more
You a *
I'm a bandit
Robbed it when it landed
Don't call me no more
Do you understand it?
That's what I do
Talked, thought I told ya
Same click
Still can't arrest me
Still big dick
OG soldier
Got clips
Magazines for y'all
With hot lips
Kelly Green told ya
With dime checks
Roundup folds
Drag tips
Got it
Also jaw
With big hits
Big tits
Still not gonna hold y'all
Now with those I get nasty
With tracks to loop
Shoot when I hop
With cops I play catch me
Gun cocked
* up and get hot
Get ratty
Wrapped up the ship
So fast you can't talk
I'm the 6-0
Count, dough slow
Drag, tip, switch
Legs like coals
Y'all rats get taped
And blind folk
Get dumped in licks
Fork mistakes
And gets cozy
We move fast
Mad race
Interfacing
The whack
Platlock combination
Homie you pack them gats
But why you talk so much
You imitation
I'm only riding
With the real blood
Still duck with the pinfield
Still hit to rotation
Still this *
Still strap mag
Still like my whole stick
Still punish cat to bitch
With false information
Dog thought I told y'all
Same clique
Still can't arrest me
Still big dick
OG soldier
Got clips
Magazines for y'all
With hot lips
Cali green closure
With dime chicks
Roundup folds
Drag tips
Got it all sold y'all
With big hits
Big tits
Still not gonna hold y'all
Ah ha ha
What's up bitches
Still that same motherfucka
Ain't nothing changed
But the way my nuts hang
In 2009
2002
Blunt Factory
Universal