Chilled Coughphee lyrics

[Verse 1: Devin the Dude]
III'm puffin, I never get enough in
I never cooked coke up on the stove top but I'm stuffin'
These nuts up in the guts of a sl*t no doubt
But its trapped inside a rubber should I flush that ho out
To use again, well it depends, do I have another one
I cuss for fun, too cool to have to bust a gun
I don't have to duck and run, I could f*ck a bum up quick
But thats some tenth grade sh*t
And its all about chillin', smilin', laughin'
So you know I'm willin', hollerin' and I'm grabbin'
At a freak before I leave, best believe I'm weeded
You rollin' that billy jean, b*tch beat it
And you see that we the n*ggas who smoke the most
People propose a toast, from coast to coast
But it don't really matter who's the highest
If it ain't dope, there's no hope they ain't gone buy it

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Quarter tank of gas in my 71 double S
Quarter bag, mostly shake, but this will have to do I guess
GPS loaded with the coordinates
Of this b*tch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, drinks poured
Her in nothin' but a robe, playin her role
I saw "The Mack" when I was only 11 years old
And I swore, to never be a simp for a ho
Approached the closed door, it cracked open before my eyes
Shorty wit a doobie of her own, I am not surprised
Cuz I don't kick it on the low, wit no b*tch that don't get high
Wrap me a to-go plate and ask if I want her to drive
Cuz I got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears, I'm caught in the grind
At yo grandma house
Plastic cover the couch
Before I sit down
She pressurin' me for smellin' like a pound