"2 BLUNTS" lyrics
Ayo
I put the gun in his mouth, like yo, what up, son?
You know I'm finna need that
Just run your shit, don't need your feedback (Run your shit, run your shit, nigga)
I pulled up with the shit that make a nigga knees crack (What up, kid?)
Burner on me throwaway, but still a big heat pack (Baow)
He ran into me like a tree, bitch, I'm the big seeder, big [?]
Your bitch is in the two-seater with her feet up
I'm chillin' in a wifebeater, I'm pushin' PETA
Got codeine in a two-liter, I'm reciped up
Know I cook 'cause I'm the chef, ah (Ah)
I'm Derek Jeter, hand eight-balls to the left, ah (Ayy, throw that shit away, nigga)
You tryna red flag a nigga 'cause I'm blessed, huh? (Ayy, police on the way, nigga)
I got to pitstop in Mexico, the ref, ah
Flew to Japan, but when the sun gon' make the tires melt
Lighter to your hand with hand san', don't know what fire felt
If you hand a plan you'd get some bands, but you got tired out (Johnny Blaze)
I'm 'bout retired now, at 26 your fire's out
I'm only 24, got two sons and a fire mouth
And I sit on my couch eatin' trash like Oscar Grouch
What is your posture 'bout, stand up tall, bitch, y'all too slouched
I argue with myself, it's Johnny Blaze, it's Johnny's house
Someone get Johnny help
Fuck help, nigga (Ayo)
Ayo, ayo
They tried to help me, they can't motherfuckin' do it
I see you knew it
I hit him once, he think you flew it
Oh, you the boss, huh?
Well I'm the chef, I got the sauce, huh
The bullet's hollow
They hit his mouth and flip bruh's mouth
We in his crib, oh, I hit his moms up
(Baow, baow, baow-baow) Call the Lord up
I did your chores for you, so please don't call us
It's Johnny four blunts (Johnny Blaze), I keep the wall tucked (Hrr)
Ruff Ryder
I put the gun in his mouth, like yo, what up, son?
You know I'm finna need that
Just run your shit, don't need your feedback (Run your shit, run your shit, nigga)
I pulled up with the shit that make a nigga knees crack (What up, kid?)
Burner on me throwaway, but still a big heat pack (Baow)
He ran into me like a tree, bitch, I'm the big seeder, big [?]
Your bitch is in the two-seater with her feet up
I'm chillin' in a wifebeater, I'm pushin' PETA
Got codeine in a two-liter, I'm reciped up
Know I cook 'cause I'm the chef, ah (Ah)
I'm Derek Jeter, hand eight-balls to the left, ah (Ayy, throw that shit away, nigga)
You tryna red flag a nigga 'cause I'm blessed, huh? (Ayy, police on the way, nigga)
I got to pitstop in Mexico, the ref, ah
Flew to Japan, but when the sun gon' make the tires melt
Lighter to your hand with hand san', don't know what fire felt
If you hand a plan you'd get some bands, but you got tired out (Johnny Blaze)
I'm 'bout retired now, at 26 your fire's out
I'm only 24, got two sons and a fire mouth
And I sit on my couch eatin' trash like Oscar Grouch
What is your posture 'bout, stand up tall, bitch, y'all too slouched
I argue with myself, it's Johnny Blaze, it's Johnny's house
Someone get Johnny help
Fuck help, nigga (Ayo)
Ayo, ayo
They tried to help me, they can't motherfuckin' do it
I see you knew it
I hit him once, he think you flew it
Oh, you the boss, huh?
Well I'm the chef, I got the sauce, huh
The bullet's hollow
They hit his mouth and flip bruh's mouth
We in his crib, oh, I hit his moms up
(Baow, baow, baow-baow) Call the Lord up
I did your chores for you, so please don't call us
It's Johnny four blunts (Johnny Blaze), I keep the wall tucked (Hrr)
Ruff Ryder
