Blunt lyrics

[Intro: Kid Buu]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah (Oohdem Beatz)

[Chorus: Kid Buu]
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
b*tch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts
I'm just tryna f*ck, b*tches 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 b*tch wanna kick it, I'm just trying to bunt
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want, b*tch

[Verse 1: Kid Buu]
b*tch, I'm with the mob, b*tch
Actin' a slob, b*tch
This a ménage, b*tch
This a ménage, trick
Not Nicki Minaj, b*tch
f*ckin' your broad, sh*t
Work in my car, b*tch
[Interlude: Kid Buu]
That n*gga mad 'cause he know that sh*t true (Haha)
It's a true story, I really, I really did - I really did f*ck your b*tch, bro (Really did, I really did)
Hahaha
Oh sh*t, nah, I'm lying, I just got top
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 2: Kid Buu]
I f*ck your b*tch, no, not a rumor
That b*tch 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 b*tch Chanel, she ain't rocking no Gucci

[Chorus: Kid Buu]
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
b*tch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts
I'm just tryna f*ck, b*tches 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 b*tch wanna kick it, I'm just trying to bunt
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want, b*tch
[Verse 3: Blac Youngsta]
Yeah, b*tch, 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 (b*tch)
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 (b*tch)
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)

[Chorus: Kid Buu]
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
b*tch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts
I'm just tryna f*ck, b*tches 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 b*tch wanna kick it, I'm just trying to bunt
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob so I go where I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich so I do what I want
Yeah, b*tch, I'm blunt so I talk how I want, b*tch