Blunt - Kid Buu, Blac Youngsta

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Woah, woah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah (Oohdem Beatz)

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

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