[Intro]
Pipe
[Verse]
How could you not see the germs?
Don’t fuck with brownies from the trap, they make my tummy burn
I burned a eighth of sherm, stopped at 76
Came back with a bag of chips and some gummy worms
Fuck, left my lemonade on the countertop
This shit is fight, pound of whop that I’m hitting up
Dude I found a pipe, fuck a blunt, stop the twisting up
Fuck, I need a light, where’s the matches? Hurry, listen up
Growing up, they said we wasn’t missing much
But a Philly blunt in a bag and not give a fuck
When it comes to green shit, I don’t lack at all
Known for keepin’ swish but I really hate basketball
Some might say the boy’s amazing
Eyes low, red, looking like a sad Asian
This new shit hits like Jet Lee in a awkward situation
On a mofo, nigga I’m faded
Long story short this hits hard
Hi mom, thanks for the Wingstop gift card
See I’ma call you later, well, if my shit’s charged
I’m playing iPhone DJ in my bitch car
Bong rips iced when the glass out
Pack the gas masks full of hash until I pass out
Cigarillo, or Mr. Twist ostimo
Looking like a smoke shop, twinter than the window
I don’t even know, but I’m just spittin’ and I’m faded in the gated
Looking like the fucking gated community
And *gibberish*
Pipe
[Verse]
How could you not see the germs?
Don’t fuck with brownies from the trap, they make my tummy burn
I burned a eighth of sherm, stopped at 76
Came back with a bag of chips and some gummy worms
Fuck, left my lemonade on the countertop
This shit is fight, pound of whop that I’m hitting up
Dude I found a pipe, fuck a blunt, stop the twisting up
Fuck, I need a light, where’s the matches? Hurry, listen up
Growing up, they said we wasn’t missing much
But a Philly blunt in a bag and not give a fuck
When it comes to green shit, I don’t lack at all
Known for keepin’ swish but I really hate basketball
Some might say the boy’s amazing
Eyes low, red, looking like a sad Asian
This new shit hits like Jet Lee in a awkward situation
On a mofo, nigga I’m faded
Long story short this hits hard
Hi mom, thanks for the Wingstop gift card
See I’ma call you later, well, if my shit’s charged
I’m playing iPhone DJ in my bitch car
Bong rips iced when the glass out
Pack the gas masks full of hash until I pass out
Cigarillo, or Mr. Twist ostimo
Looking like a smoke shop, twinter than the window
I don’t even know, but I’m just spittin’ and I’m faded in the gated
Looking like the fucking gated community
And *gibberish*
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