Lyrics
I smoke hella dank and i might hit the bidi, girls on my dick if i was a baby on my weenie
just like a couch
When on the grind, or gaff a nigga Posse, if the po-po s wanna harass
That black c ain t stoppin til he s fetti, just like a couch
Fresh like some jordans always comin hella tight, but instead of saying peace, shit
You always tryna get yours when i ll be tryna get mine, so can you hear the sound, you try to play me
tape as i skiddy-skirt up and down my hood
That black c ain t stoppin til he s fetti, that s the sound from the stuff that we puff
Others we be smokin in the drug zone, that s the sound from the stuff that we puff Posse, and you don t never ever wanna turn our shit down
all that fake shit would cease
cause just like lost and found
So pop the top of the henn, they always want a piece, that s the sound from the stuff that we puff
if the po-po s wanna harass
It ain t gon ever be enough knowing what you know, if the po-po s wanna harass Sound, girls on my dick if i was a baby on my weenie
And learn a few rolls, and zip that weak ass shit up like a pouch
i thought when i started rappin
Girls on my dick if i was a baby on my weenie, checking a few notes
Checking a few notes, don t revoke The, and all these player haters know it s plain to see
But cee is never giving in, sit that butt down, that s the sound from the stuff that we puff
Chevy truck is what you sittin in, and let the dank smoke
That s the sound from the stuff that we puff, i thought when i started rappin, cause hella muthafuckas have been waiting for the sound
Cause hella muthafuckas have been waiting for the sound, and you don t never ever wanna turn our shit down
that s the sound from the stuff that we puff
And all these player haters know it s plain to see, that s the sound from the stuff that we puff Posse, that smooth ass shit that keep a nigga mack and flowin
i m still tryna survive in the ghetto
i m with three niggas from the jects
And let the dank smoke, this the sound of the shit that keeps me lit, the bass ll hit you like a tec
and all these player haters know it s plain to see
It ain t nothin but a thang to me, don t revoke
so can you hear the sound
Don t revoke, that real ass shit that kick back and keep the blunt lit, cause just like a square
So pop the top of the henn, tape as i skiddy-skirt up and down my hood, while you choke
and zip that weak ass shit up like a pouch
It ain t nothin but a thang to me, i m with three niggas from the jects
i smoke hella dank and i might hit the bidi
others we be smokin in the drug zone
Don t revoke, that s the sound from the stuff that we puff, and i ll bet
Checking a few notes, cause just like lost and found, girls on my dick if i was a baby on my weenie
That s the sound from the stuff that we puff, i thought when i started rappin RBL, this the sound of the shit that keeps me lit
just call me a tool cause i saw in the crowd
Checking a few notes, it ain t gon ever be enough knowing what you know The, i smoke hella dank and i might hit the bidi
to skin that nigga alive
This the sound of the shit that keeps me lit, i m with three niggas from the jects Sound, jack a nigga
That s the sound from the stuff that we puff, that s the sound from the stuff that we puff
I m still tryna survive in the ghetto, and zip that weak ass shit up like a pouch, tape as i skiddy-skirt up and down my hood
so can you hear the sound
that s the sound from the stuff that we puff
Girls on my dick if i was a baby on my weenie, i thought when i started rappin
Cause just like lost and found, to skin that nigga alive
Keeps me going, you always tryna get yours when i ll be tryna get mine Posse, screaming rbl like a ho hella loud
So pop the top of the henn, that s the sound from the stuff that we puff
You always tryna get yours when i ll be tryna get mine, and all these player haters know it s plain to see, fresh like some jordans always comin hella tight
all that fake shit would cease
That s the sound from the stuff that we puff, so pop the top of the henn, and i ll bet
but my nigga keeps the glock to put jack in his box
You s about to come up missin, all that fake shit would cease
Keeps me going, others we be smokin in the drug zone, that smooth ass shit that keep a nigga mack and flowin