"Kushhed" lyrics
(Playasin don't play with you!)
(Welcome to Clayton County)
Fye that shit up
No cap, this shit got-
This shit got me high as fuck
I first jumped out the house I had trips
Full clip filled up wit' red tips
Pourin' drank out the fuckin' baby bottle
Pussy nigga cappin' like they a problem
Gunshots outside in the hood
Roll up opps, we just fyed up a wood
Run from cops, they gon' fall on they butt
Old strains, I been smokin' up runts
Red beam shoot you, I see yo' guts
Piece some shit together, I knew what it was
Break inside yo' car, you inside the club
Me and lil' gang hit the bando, we run to the spot
I came up on a bag of meds, a lot
I got my gun fuego, got this bih' hot
Rob him for his pesos, gimme right now
Geeked, I look like asian but I'm a black guy
Come to this cut, I'ma show you what Glock 'bout
Free GBE Strap, he damn near finna get out
Lil' gang got revolver, he rock out wit' 6 shot
I don't even call her, just slut the lil' bih' out
They know who the real reap is, I ain't gotta pop it
Fuck nigga doin' it big but we minimize him
Pull up on a play, serve the drugs, got yo' bitch drivin'
Kick the door take yo' fuckin' drugs, lemme get out
Woke up grab the Glock and my socks mix matched
Every time we see him with his twin, nigga kit-kat
Only got some shake, nigga tryna shop, give ya what I got
Fore' he got to the trap, he take his jewelry off
Fuck nigga pop out we ran up back in the house
Walk around like he safe, run him down
We got hella space in a black truck
Splat drac get a fuck nigga wet up
Peep game, this lil fuck boy tryna play me
Taxing for your drug, we might gotta buck some
Aiming for your top, you might got to duck some
She just took a drop, you might got a slug coming
Trap start booimg during rush hour time
Walk in this bitch, you see drugs and hundred rounds
Run down, catch him down bad with the gang
Banana clip, I go ape shit
I just throw on drip, you just fucking to do this shit
In the backyard, in the shed with two blicks
Nigga snakes, we gon' set a snake trap
Got suppressor on a stick, you don't hear a sound
Got the drugs in my pants, I'm runnin' out
Got the stolo parked, in the back running
I get tats for free, I don't spend no money
And my gunman got ammo for the low
It be midnight, we be knocking on his door
Masked up, I got a lil' twin with me
Built in button, 43X
Pull up on sneaky link, she wanna give me neck
(Welcome to Clayton County)
Fye that shit up
No cap, this shit got-
This shit got me high as fuck
I first jumped out the house I had trips
Full clip filled up wit' red tips
Pourin' drank out the fuckin' baby bottle
Pussy nigga cappin' like they a problem
Gunshots outside in the hood
Roll up opps, we just fyed up a wood
Run from cops, they gon' fall on they butt
Old strains, I been smokin' up runts
Red beam shoot you, I see yo' guts
Piece some shit together, I knew what it was
Break inside yo' car, you inside the club
Me and lil' gang hit the bando, we run to the spot
I came up on a bag of meds, a lot
I got my gun fuego, got this bih' hot
Rob him for his pesos, gimme right now
Geeked, I look like asian but I'm a black guy
Come to this cut, I'ma show you what Glock 'bout
Free GBE Strap, he damn near finna get out
Lil' gang got revolver, he rock out wit' 6 shot
I don't even call her, just slut the lil' bih' out
They know who the real reap is, I ain't gotta pop it
Fuck nigga doin' it big but we minimize him
Pull up on a play, serve the drugs, got yo' bitch drivin'
Kick the door take yo' fuckin' drugs, lemme get out
Woke up grab the Glock and my socks mix matched
Every time we see him with his twin, nigga kit-kat
Only got some shake, nigga tryna shop, give ya what I got
Fore' he got to the trap, he take his jewelry off
Fuck nigga pop out we ran up back in the house
Walk around like he safe, run him down
We got hella space in a black truck
Splat drac get a fuck nigga wet up
Peep game, this lil fuck boy tryna play me
Taxing for your drug, we might gotta buck some
Aiming for your top, you might got to duck some
She just took a drop, you might got a slug coming
Trap start booimg during rush hour time
Walk in this bitch, you see drugs and hundred rounds
Run down, catch him down bad with the gang
Banana clip, I go ape shit
I just throw on drip, you just fucking to do this shit
In the backyard, in the shed with two blicks
Nigga snakes, we gon' set a snake trap
Got suppressor on a stick, you don't hear a sound
Got the drugs in my pants, I'm runnin' out
Got the stolo parked, in the back running
I get tats for free, I don't spend no money
And my gunman got ammo for the low
It be midnight, we be knocking on his door
Masked up, I got a lil' twin with me
Built in button, 43X
Pull up on sneaky link, she wanna give me neck
