Basements & Blunts Lyrics

This on some old Coldwater road type shit

White boys huffing that nos, Oochie Wally

At the party with Roberto Cavalli all on my body

Assorted powders and molly, girl, goodness golly

It ain't even nobody birthday, it's just a hobby

Kitchen counter holding everyone's bags, look like a lobby

I can't even stand being at parties, that's out of body

Exhaling kush kief in balloons, he whipping Audi's

That's four o's I smoked in a day, coughing hardly

I can still rap a whole song through

And hit the notes that I need to when your girl come through

Don't want the smoke like a old head that's passing a joint

I'm blowing wildfires like Canada been doing Detroit

Let's get to the point, Belle Isle, Ambassador shit

You lackluster, I'm still on my immaculate shit

I haven't even tapped in to this elaborate shit

Still ain't even came in the game, this pre-ejaculate shit

I'm on some well endowed just exaggerative shit

I'm on a higher cloud making it rain in this bitch (hmm)

I come from basements and blunts, yeah, that's where we rooted (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I ain't never kept a tie uncut, I'm better suited

I got one wish and that's y'all would stop rapping

Like a trapper think he balling, y'all can't stop capping

Ain't ate a beat in some weeks, I've been fasting

But the caged bird sings and his wings gon' keep flapping (yeah)

I've been snapping, these boys been fapping

Like IG models they drooling on, just tap in (oh, yeah)

I been had the whole package and tracking

Like a bad ping rate, I guess these bitches lagging

My pants sagging from the music I make

I got so many files I'm a have to bake 'em some cakes

It's on the floor so I swept 'em in four

I'm getting bored, I'm a have to make some crucial mistakes soon

Before I'm a tycoon 'cause once in a blue moon

The kid with all the cards stacked against 'em gon' blow (boom)

Ya baby gon' strip now and just like a cartoon

Up in the Sunday funnies, I dispose her when through (yes sir)

I learned me some kung fu and chopped through the sun roof

I only look up to the one's I can't live up to

Like Sudoku, they got me so boxed in

I might just have to hit the label up and then opt in

I don't got a choice, I'm losing my voice

I'm walking around barefoot now in Detroit

With a album that's gold, a fragmented soul

A patience so thin it look like Anna Nicole

Got to stand on my toes, I'm wearing the crown now

These rappers gon' bow down, these rappers Lil Bow Wow's

I'm fresh out the dog pound, these puppies gon' pow wow

And pearl up a pound now until we all Gen. Tso

I came out the basement