Blunt Songtext

I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just trying to bunt
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want, bitch

Bitch, I'm with the mob, bitch
Actin' a slob, bitch
This a ménage, bitch
This a ménage, trick
Not Nicki Minaj, bitch
Fuckin' your broad, shit
Work in my car, bitch
That nigga mad 'cause he know that shit true (Haha)
It's a true story, I really, I really did - I really did fuck your bitch, bro (Really did, I really did)
Hahaha
Oh shit, nah, I'm lying, I just got top
Ayy, ayy

I fuck your bitch, no, not a rumor
That bitch a eater like a consumer
She pop a molly and sweat like it's Zumba
My diamonds bite like barracuda
I dropped my whole damn advance on my jeweler
But I got gwalla 'cause I'm still a shooter
I sip my lean, pinky out like I'm boujee
Gave my bitch Chanel, she ain't rocking no Gucci

I'm smoking on loud, got runts in my blunt
We roll around with sticks in the trunk
You can get shot if you try somethin' dumb
Bitch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts
I'm just tryna fuck, bitches say I'm upfront
I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just trying to bunt
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want, bitch

Yeah, bitch, I'm rich so I talk how I want (Gang)
I'm from the streets so I got what I want
I put a hundred sum'n bands on my donk (Bitch)
I can put a hundred sum'n killas on a corna'
One called a 'tec, we just call the macaronis (Brrt)
You can get stretched, send you home by your lonely
I'm in the vis so I pretty much own it
Bulletproof vest so I'm feelin' like Tony Montana (Bitch)
Brand new coupe so I had to flex in it
I don't play cards but I keep a deck in it
Porsche too fast, I'ma have a wreck in it (Skrrt)
Red bandana so I got the set with me
I ain't talking Nike but I got a check with me
You know I'm a dog but I got a pet with me (Ruu)
What, what (Gang, gang)

I'm smoking on loud, got runts in my blunt
We roll around with sticks in the trunk
You can get shot if you try somethin' dumb
Bitch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts
I'm just tryna fuck, bitches say I'm upfront
I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just trying to bunt
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, bitch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want, bitch