Freddie Gibbs - Personal OG lyrics

Smokin' fire, pourin' up Hennesey and Red Bull in my cup OG Kush wrapped up in the wood And I still smoke good in a '83 Cut Still smoke k** in an old Deville I keep the leather on my back, wood on the wheel If a n***a don't blow smoke on chrome Then I really don't feel how I'm supposed to feel Because I feel like blowin' blunts back to back With no shame, keep a pack and a sack to wrap[?] At 13 I was taking Swisher Sweets to the dome With my n***a lil rone you can ask him that My homeboy Kendell roll thin a** blunts So we can smoke at least 20 every day of the month And keep at least 5 pounds of the hay in the trunk And when he came from the Chi we was weighin' it up like Uh I got 16 zones of d**h and you can hit it at your own risk When I travel I ain't lookin' for the local weed man I be gone on the zone on my own sh*t Got a stick or a seed in ya muhf**kin' weed Then I guarantee you blowin' on the wrong sh*t And they wonder how the kid stay blowed, eyes halfway closed You ain't on what I'm on b**ch I'm lifted Me and my girl just blew six blunts up in a blue 650 Charleston blue kush and blue Ken Griffey She love the thug sh*t so boo get wit me Cuz I'm young and I'm wild but I'm focused But my dro and my flows be the dopest And I'm a motherf**kin' marijuana addict so I had to do a song for the smokers Smokin' fire, f**kin' up [?] of Hendog in my cup Couldn't wake up for a job interview this morning The OG had me stuck Last night I blew a whole zip with the crew We was rollin' with hoes lapped up in the truck Keep a gold pack of the Trojans I let a n***a rap to a b**ch while I'm wrappin' it up [?] in yo main dame I come straight through and get straight brain She blow straight k** and make straight change To make sure my pockets stay straight man Cuz this pimp sh*t is in my veins, it's in my blood I was born with it and I'mma die smokin' this fire bud In my old school with my chrome spinnin' like Uh And my n***as in the bay got the kush for the 27 hundo I'mma get 'em and sell 'em for 55, you get it for 48 If you wanna get more than one though Go to Cali and I ship it to the G Ship it to the Chi, ship it to the D Ship it to my n***a in the A-town Plus that n***a breakdown Triple what I paid for the P that Master kush purple dro Keep my whip swervin' slow Hey Fred can I hit the k**? Hell nah Put on a sack, this personal Cuz I'm young and I'm wild but I'm focused But my dro and my flows be the dopest And I'm a motherf**kin' marijuana addict so I had to do a song for the smokers