Kush Rolled Up - C Plus

Uh, I got my kush rolled up

Fitted sittin' low

Sac City nigga yeah you already know yeah

I’m goin' in like the front door, swangin'

Kickstand made of styrofoam, leanin'

Like Lupe last single, Beamin'

Seven forty fever white dime blade nina

Young Chaz Wheeler all about that cash either

In or I transform like Bumblebee does

Bubblegum kush rolled up in a naked beelah

These niggas mad that I’m hot yeah they hate the fever

In the kitchen with the pot like I’m a barista

In the kitchen with the pot I’m beggin' to chief up

End begins at the dinner table with linen able on my big boy shit

Everywhere my need cable got a stallion named Savanna she stay in my stable

She clubs in on that paper so I call her Staples ball hard 24 like I play at

the Staples

But it’s our co lines like a barcode

Go!

So tell a friend and I’m iller than you ever been

In the game playing for keeps that’s why they never win

Win, yeah I said it they don’t ever win

Been to Hell and back now I’m going back to Hell again

I got stacks on the dressers scale on the floor

Burner on my hip couple carats 'round my throat

They can’t comprehend how hard a nigga goes

I did it for my city cause it’s all a nigga knows

Got my kush rolled up

Fitted sittin' low

Kush rolled up

Fitted sittin' low

I got my kush rolled up

Fitted sittin' low

It’s ALL C.I.T.Y.

nigga if you wit' me let me know uh

The flow sick yeah I wrote this on my death bed

I’m just tryna milk the game like I’m breast fed

You outta know that ya young nigga cold

Let my old hoes suck me off thizz call it X-head

I came to bring the pain like messhead

What’s the hold up I’m just tryna blow up like a meth lab

It don’t matter if ya bloodin' or ya cousin real niggas fuck with me fuck

whoever doesn’t

That’s word to my older brother’s cousin 20 niggas on stage yellin' free new

money

Fly trap how I stick to the paper flyin' through the trap got my stickers and

my papers

License and registration sticky in the paper rollin' up blazed gentleman not a

gangster

Uh, but I still keep it G though, all about my chips squeeze a clip for the

Fritos

So tell a friend and I’m iller than you ever been

In the game playing for keeps that’s why they never win

Win, yeah I said it they don’t ever win

Been to Hell and back now I’m going back to Hell again

I got stacks on the dressers scale on the floor

Burner on my hip couple carats 'round my throat

They can’t comprehend how hard a nigga goes

I did it for my city cause it’s all a nigga knows

Got my kush rolled up

Fitted sittin' low

Kush rolled up

Fitted sittin' low

I got my kush rolled up

Fitted sittin' low

It’s ALL C.I.T.Y.

nigga if you wit' me let me know uh