B-man - Im On Bong lyrics

Uh, so im gon toke it while im here boy Smoking bong, gettin high I do this sh** all all year boy These guys, try to disguise, or act dumb These ripley's bars, believe it or not, but I wrote them Tryna son me And I be on my dad sh** Gon write this on my casket "first name kristian, last name jackson" No christian Im straight sinnin No straight sippin Im bottle poppin You lames mixin Thats jaw droppin Get to bottle mixin These lames poppin Now jaws droppin Try to f** with me? you kno it not an option So I think to myself As I ride by myself, motorbike no hel- Mit, sh**, im gon need some help-quick My healths sick, can't help it Its flowing through my veins Startin to feel it in my brain Man its driving me insane Damn So how you gon stop me You can't Im like a car with no brakes so just watch me Do this, not new to this, so ludacris Not from the south, so [1]blow it out ur a** Or put it in ur mouth Im not sittin here waitin on the couch I got [2]mouths to feed Different [3]area codes With miles between [4]pimpin all over the world Cuz I kno [5]what them girls like One sip of that [6]potion, goddamn [7]splash waterfalls all night Cuz [8]my chick bad, [9]how low can she go Takin shot after shot, till she can't [10]party no mo Yea The [11]game got switched But my bars are still ludacrious So intricate and lucrative Im tryna spit some holy sh** Like holy sh** These bars are really takin off Like holy moly, I mean molly holly went she takin off But f** it n***a. im done with this written sh** Its all off the top now Never gon stop, how Its all of the top woow Spit some sh** like ming mang wick wock You know it still sounds hot Me and my bars are hard, rock Solid, stay droppin knowledge High school graduate, and I say f** college So what you tryna do, you tryna ball, shieet Dont come crying to me cuz I called it From a long distant, can't call me collect Cuz im long distance Im in deanna(indiana), shes a virgin, so I gotta pace her(pacer) Talk sh**, get pissed an(Piston) start a brawl, pistons, pacers When I run up in the stands Got the whole crowd chantin bman So I really dont understand How they hatin homie First mixtape oh You been waitin on me My bad, forgot Been smokin to much og Got the brain f**ed up Like some good p**y So im gon eat it Like the beat, I jump in and destroy it Shut the f** up you sound so annoyin Flow distorted, lyrics contorted Dont see why you even bothered to record it So, stop it Your just borin me 6:43 Are you ready To cop that 5th of belve Shouts out to r.o.b A.k.a smokewoodz Dissed em earlier but its all good If he really gives a sh** will smoke a pack a backwoods Roll around the hood like whats good And rob a n***a jus like I should "je ne sais pas pourquoi Ils aiment détester" translates "i dont know why they love to hate" But its okay, I know my way Its not a maze, but itll amaze you How amazin my flow is times 2 Gotta keep it movin like a U- Haul, u all fall, when I ball These shots are aimin at ur head boy So wheres the bread Spell it d-e-m-p-s-t-e-r Seen it from afar Got it tatted on ur arm But I think its time that I end this Cuz like time my lines are endless Dont need to remind jus rewind The tape incase you missed the message