Curren$y - Chilled Coughphee lyrics

[Devin The Dude:] I'm Puffin I never get enough in I never cook coke up on the stovetop But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a s*ut no doubt But it's trapped inside a rubber Should I flush that hoe out? To use again? Well it depends do I have another one I cuss for fun Too cool to have to buss a gun I don't have to duck and run I could f** a bum up quick But that's some tenth grade sh** And it's all about chillin smilin laughin So you know I'm willin hollin and I'm grabbin At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded You rollin that billie jean b**h BEAT IT And you see that we the n***az who smoke the most n***az propose a toast from coast to coast But it don't even matter whose the highest Cause if it ain't dope Their ain't no hope They ain't gone buy it [Curren$y:] Yeeeaaa Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due I guess GPS loaded with the coordinates Of this b**h crib to receive love and nourishment In the form of joints rolled, Drinks pourred Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe Approach the closed do' It crack open before my eyes Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised Cause I don't kick it on the low With no b**hes that don't get high Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive Cause I got far too much on my mind Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind At your grandma's house Plastic cover the couch Before I sit down She question me for smellin like a pound