"In My Blunt" lyrics
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
He's in my blunt
He's in my blunt
He's in my blunt
He's in my blunt, ayy
If you ain't from my ends then please don't come 'round
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
You know it's bad when you get used to gun sounds
And if he ain't a shooter then he cannot hang 'round
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
Silly opp, I just made him diddy bop (Uh)
Silly opp, I just made him milly rock
Really hot, I'm an addict just for getting guap (Shit)
Shit, see, I'm an addict just for sending shots
Walk 'em down, then hit the studio, then hit the charts up
Bad bitch, she do anything I wanna
I like her designer clothes but I'ma rip 'em off her
Dead guys in my blunt, they smoking marijuana
And when I'm on your block you better pray you're not
I'm the type to shoot 'til his face is gone
I'ma cut the grass until the snakes are gone
Police watch me like they Oakland when the Raiders on
If you ain't from my ends then please don't come 'round
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
You know it's bad when you get used to gun sounds
And if he ain't a shooter then he cannot hang 'round
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
I come from the hottest block in my area
Where the cops drive by, stop and stare at 'cha
But pattin' down ya waist to see if you a carrier
My lil' nigga seen a homi', he like, "It's hilarious"
My ex bitch mad about my next bitch
And my next bitch wonder who my next bitch is
My money getting long like a limousine is
He say he been on my block, I ain't never seen him
These niggas say they gang bang, they don't come outside
These niggas say they gang gang, they don't never slide
It's overwhelming, it's overwhelming, shit
All these opps we chalking, I swear they felt it
And you can't hang with my gang if you ain't press shit
Niggas say they shooters, they ain't never press it
Bands in my pants, so much that they can't fit
Red beams on these tips, I feel like I can't miss
She just wanna fuck a nigga 'cause I'm glamorous
Fuck a bitch, I put bands on my damn wrist
Word on my moms, all I do is press shit
And if he want a pack it's likely I finesse him
If you ain't from my ends then please don't come 'round
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
You know it's bad when you get used to gun sounds
And if he ain't a shooter then he cannot hang 'round
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
Now
That guy, he's in my blunt now
That guy, he's in my blunt now
That guy, he's in my blunt
That guy, he's in—
Uhhh
Aye
He's in my blunt
He's in my blunt
He's in my blunt
He's in my blunt, ayy
If you ain't from my ends then please don't come 'round
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
You know it's bad when you get used to gun sounds
And if he ain't a shooter then he cannot hang 'round
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
Silly opp, I just made him diddy bop (Uh)
Silly opp, I just made him milly rock
Really hot, I'm an addict just for getting guap (Shit)
Shit, see, I'm an addict just for sending shots
Walk 'em down, then hit the studio, then hit the charts up
Bad bitch, she do anything I wanna
I like her designer clothes but I'ma rip 'em off her
Dead guys in my blunt, they smoking marijuana
And when I'm on your block you better pray you're not
I'm the type to shoot 'til his face is gone
I'ma cut the grass until the snakes are gone
Police watch me like they Oakland when the Raiders on
If you ain't from my ends then please don't come 'round
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
You know it's bad when you get used to gun sounds
And if he ain't a shooter then he cannot hang 'round
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
I come from the hottest block in my area
Where the cops drive by, stop and stare at 'cha
But pattin' down ya waist to see if you a carrier
My lil' nigga seen a homi', he like, "It's hilarious"
My ex bitch mad about my next bitch
And my next bitch wonder who my next bitch is
My money getting long like a limousine is
He say he been on my block, I ain't never seen him
These niggas say they gang bang, they don't come outside
These niggas say they gang gang, they don't never slide
It's overwhelming, it's overwhelming, shit
All these opps we chalking, I swear they felt it
And you can't hang with my gang if you ain't press shit
Niggas say they shooters, they ain't never press it
Bands in my pants, so much that they can't fit
Red beams on these tips, I feel like I can't miss
She just wanna fuck a nigga 'cause I'm glamorous
Fuck a bitch, I put bands on my damn wrist
Word on my moms, all I do is press shit
And if he want a pack it's likely I finesse him
If you ain't from my ends then please don't come 'round
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
You know it's bad when you get used to gun sounds
And if he ain't a shooter then he cannot hang 'round
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
He's in my blunt, that guy, he's in my blunt now
Now
That guy, he's in my blunt now
That guy, he's in my blunt now
That guy, he's in my blunt
That guy, he's in—
Uhhh
Aye
