2 Blunts by Xali Lyrics
My 2 blunts
Got me speaking out too much
Motherfuck the system
See the truth cut
Coming at your neck like crew cuts
Make a move cuz
Most you niggas stuck up in some new love
Find a strap and then sleep on a tube blud
Soak you easy like a used slut
That don't mean this straight doe
Tell me why the hell we gotta kill for pesos
Starved long enough, see the hungy take souls
Touch the cake, get a face full
See they a push a pound just to make dough
Gaining weight off platefuls
Couple stacks for the most
See they're grateful of herb like maple
Come with different type of niggas round the table
Few criminals
Few criminals
Fake duds living fable
So typical
So typical
All schemin' for that money pool
Don't give a fuck about that lime life
Never touched the folk
Never play the fool
Most niggas don't spend they time right
Uh
That's common shit
Niggas move cool when they're optionless
Leave your life with a coffin
See they take a leader life without a caution
Sitting with the keys at night, like a locksmith
Make a noise like Rocksmith
Chopping skis, see the body on your block hit
Black Caddy rolling topless
Got your middle fingers up for the cop pit
Know the law can't stop shit
Still smoking on the top piff up in the cockpit
Hit your head when I drop shit
Know the frame for all you fuck boys
That's money over everything
Hoes calling, you avoid
Let her know it's over
Let it ring
Don't waste no time with no chick
That means spend no time with your baby girl
Fear the house where hope is
Steady stuck in the tracks of this hood of this crazy world
This shit don't phase you
'long as pussy niggas pay you
Yeah, niggas talk shit, tell her quick, better say truth
Watch her clit leave your brain loose
Pass another drink, *chay?* or bitta cocaine
Loose your life for the same noose
Feeder to the main lane living off a drug name
Police tryn'a slave you
What you tell a nigga?
Only tryn'a fuck with real niggas
Power circle, take your money first
Tell homie better make the kill quicker
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Need a light, tryn'a ease my mind
No bread talking, this money work
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Need a light, tryn'a ease my mind
No bread talking, this money work
Fuck a nigga gon' do?
Hating on Xi 'cause the nigga hold truth
I'mma show the whole block how to speak from the pew
Common shit in your booth
I see they put a couple bricks on your youth
All for drug money, drug money
Young thugs share blood 'cause they love ugly
Come take my gun from me, tug triggers
See when I'm done, dead bodies
Hide by the sun in the circle
With dank in the dub, when I'm next ganja I'm godly
Murder to the cop beat
Can't stop me
Metaphor, Maserati's
See a pussy nigga try clock me
Road block me
See nigga I'm godspeed
Know niggas that chill where the cops be
Couple niggas who kill with the Glock piece
Hold triggers, so real from the Grot Jeep
Can we stop please?
Let a nigga murder when they drop beats
That's my job
Columbine, like my God
Roll 1 blunt
Out 2 sacks
My smack rap
Your mind gone
My 2 blunts
Me and my 2 blunts
Me and my 2 blunts
My 2 blunts, my 2 blunts, my 2 blunts
Yeah nigga
My 2 blunts
Me and my 2 blunts
Me and my 2 blunts
My 2 blunts, my 2 blunts, my 2 blunts
Yeah
Got me speaking out too much
Motherfuck the system
See the truth cut
Coming at your neck like crew cuts
Make a move cuz
Most you niggas stuck up in some new love
Find a strap and then sleep on a tube blud
Soak you easy like a used slut
That don't mean this straight doe
Tell me why the hell we gotta kill for pesos
Starved long enough, see the hungy take souls
Touch the cake, get a face full
See they a push a pound just to make dough
Gaining weight off platefuls
Couple stacks for the most
See they're grateful of herb like maple
Come with different type of niggas round the table
Few criminals
Few criminals
Fake duds living fable
So typical
So typical
All schemin' for that money pool
Don't give a fuck about that lime life
Never touched the folk
Never play the fool
Most niggas don't spend they time right
Uh
That's common shit
Niggas move cool when they're optionless
Leave your life with a coffin
See they take a leader life without a caution
Sitting with the keys at night, like a locksmith
Make a noise like Rocksmith
Chopping skis, see the body on your block hit
Black Caddy rolling topless
Got your middle fingers up for the cop pit
Know the law can't stop shit
Still smoking on the top piff up in the cockpit
Hit your head when I drop shit
Know the frame for all you fuck boys
That's money over everything
Hoes calling, you avoid
Let her know it's over
Let it ring
Don't waste no time with no chick
That means spend no time with your baby girl
Fear the house where hope is
Steady stuck in the tracks of this hood of this crazy world
This shit don't phase you
'long as pussy niggas pay you
Yeah, niggas talk shit, tell her quick, better say truth
Watch her clit leave your brain loose
Pass another drink, *chay?* or bitta cocaine
Loose your life for the same noose
Feeder to the main lane living off a drug name
Police tryn'a slave you
What you tell a nigga?
Only tryn'a fuck with real niggas
Power circle, take your money first
Tell homie better make the kill quicker
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Need a light, tryn'a ease my mind
No bread talking, this money work
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Hands fall for this money, hurt
Need a light, tryn'a ease my mind
No bread talking, this money work
Fuck a nigga gon' do?
Hating on Xi 'cause the nigga hold truth
I'mma show the whole block how to speak from the pew
Common shit in your booth
I see they put a couple bricks on your youth
All for drug money, drug money
Young thugs share blood 'cause they love ugly
Come take my gun from me, tug triggers
See when I'm done, dead bodies
Hide by the sun in the circle
With dank in the dub, when I'm next ganja I'm godly
Murder to the cop beat
Can't stop me
Metaphor, Maserati's
See a pussy nigga try clock me
Road block me
See nigga I'm godspeed
Know niggas that chill where the cops be
Couple niggas who kill with the Glock piece
Hold triggers, so real from the Grot Jeep
Can we stop please?
Let a nigga murder when they drop beats
That's my job
Columbine, like my God
Roll 1 blunt
Out 2 sacks
My smack rap
Your mind gone
My 2 blunts
Me and my 2 blunts
Me and my 2 blunts
My 2 blunts, my 2 blunts, my 2 blunts
Yeah nigga
My 2 blunts
Me and my 2 blunts
Me and my 2 blunts
My 2 blunts, my 2 blunts, my 2 blunts
Yeah