Blunt 2
[Chorus]
TEG's on and I got that 40 tucked
I'm in NYC wit' Glo, 100 rounds up in that truck
Roll a .35 in that wood, I can not smoke no fucking Dutch
Hit him wit that right hook, I hit him wit that uppercut
If a n***a try me, he get put up in a blunt
Man, these bitches flock, n***a, I don't even gotta stunt
Man, these bitches flock, n***a, I don't even gotta front
We know you ain't on shit n***a, we know you a chump
[Verse]
Hop out the cut n***a, like the Grim Reaper
Man, these n***as scary as shit, they tryna keep it peaceful
N***a, I'ma set it off like my name was Queen Latifah
Shout-out to my n***a uh and he still smoking that reefer
Told my n***a pass the blunt, man you a fucking chiefer
Spin on the opp block and I got that street sweeper
2-3 on my Glock, you would've thought I was from Cleveland
I'ma teach yo' ass a lеsson, n***a thought I was a teacher
Now it's cold outside, I can't nеver leave my heater
I can't switch on my brother n***a, I'm my brother's keeper
And that shit that we be doing, I can't say 'cause it's illegal
Yeah, I be cruising through your block n***a, like I'm Jeepers Creepers
[Chorus]
TEG's on and I got that 40 tucked
I'm in NYC wit' Glo, 100 rounds up in that truck
Roll a .35 in that wood, I can not smoke no fucking Dutch
Hit him wit that right hook, I hit him wit that uppercut
If a n***a try me, he get put up in a blunt
Man, these bitches flock, n***a, I don't even gotta stunt
Man, these bitches flock, n***a, I don't even gotta front
We know you ain't on shit n***a, we know you a chump
TEG's on and I got that 40 tucked
I'm in NYC wit' Glo, 100 rounds up in that truck
Roll a .35 in that wood, I can not smoke no fucking Dutch
Hit him wit that right hook, I hit him wit that uppercut
If a n***a try me, he get put up in a blunt
Man, these bitches flock, n***a, I don't even gotta stunt
Man, these bitches flock, n***a, I don't even gotta front
We know you ain't on shit n***a, we know you a chump
[Verse]
Hop out the cut n***a, like the Grim Reaper
Man, these n***as scary as shit, they tryna keep it peaceful
N***a, I'ma set it off like my name was Queen Latifah
Shout-out to my n***a uh and he still smoking that reefer
Told my n***a pass the blunt, man you a fucking chiefer
Spin on the opp block and I got that street sweeper
2-3 on my Glock, you would've thought I was from Cleveland
I'ma teach yo' ass a lеsson, n***a thought I was a teacher
Now it's cold outside, I can't nеver leave my heater
I can't switch on my brother n***a, I'm my brother's keeper
And that shit that we be doing, I can't say 'cause it's illegal
Yeah, I be cruising through your block n***a, like I'm Jeepers Creepers
[Chorus]
TEG's on and I got that 40 tucked
I'm in NYC wit' Glo, 100 rounds up in that truck
Roll a .35 in that wood, I can not smoke no fucking Dutch
Hit him wit that right hook, I hit him wit that uppercut
If a n***a try me, he get put up in a blunt
Man, these bitches flock, n***a, I don't even gotta stunt
Man, these bitches flock, n***a, I don't even gotta front
We know you ain't on shit n***a, we know you a chump