Laced Blunt BoofPaxkMooky

[Chorus]
Every time
And she calling my phone just like every time
Ain't no ring on me, ho, you can't marry mine
Don’t think, but this bitch got a pretty mind
Sucking my dick for extended time
Walk in this bitch we got plenty 9s
He want a verse, he come sit in line
Hella guap on me, nigga can't get a dime
Mmmh, mmmh
I hit this blunt it's gon take me to Mars
Wet up a block, nigga, like a storm
Thought you was us, nigga? Wrong
I'm smoking loud, nigga, sound like alarms
I hit this bitch now she sit on my palm

[Verse]
Wintertime, but she makin’ me hot
Two twin Glocks
I put this footwork in my socks
Think I'ma fuck around, she a thot
You can’t even come around on your block
Run this shit up like I went on a jog
It's money over bitch, man, like a M.O.B
Your bitch so corny, she a cob
She cannot afford me, where your guap?
And I smoke on this blunt, it send me to stars
Nigga it’s [?], on my arms
I’m fresh as hell, you thought I went to prom
Look at this hoe, singing my songs
I'm finna go see what she on
My gun like to sing, I call him Trey Songz
Know some Bloods, and them niggas be stoned
CLS, nigga (vroom)
Not 'bout that money, nigga, tell ‘em “move”