Lazyboy - 30 Blunts lyrics

[Intro: Lazyboy] Swag dripping on y'all f** n***as.. .. Don't slip It's Big Chillin We out here Lazyboy! [Verse 1: Lazyboy] Hold up, y'all n***as think y'all can come over here, smoke and not roll up f** freeloaders, its like my pockets working out, on how they done swole up I had a white b**h, until she called me a n***a, Smoking on that strong yeah that arnold swartzneager n***as sniffing coke I'm mixing coke with jager, Swishers no flavor All about my currency.. No spitta my n***as they rolling up that burgundy Thats that purp we smoking on the balcony You n***as smoking trying to escape reality I smoke cause I intake a lot of salary Big Chillin we eating a lot of calories k**ing sh** my n***a a lot of casualties Loud pack got me charged up new batteries [Hook: Lazyboy] Ha Ha Ha, laughing to the bank Puff puff pa**, smoking on that dank New York swag, but so Mississippi Thirty blunts rolled, swear we some hippies X2 [Verse 2: Cal Deezzi] I got whatever you need I'm a one stop shop Mane its hell in the Stadt, so you know my block hot Everything I do is hella bad, mane I'm so high I need a tele pad And every chick I f** with Top Notch Call me Dr. Deezzi no degree But I keep them pills on deck like a pharmacy My mama told me get up and go do something with your self Thought about money and say thats something I can get myself Thats what I did, since a kid I been going live Life is like a jack and the box it throw you surprises Got a pocket full of cash finna head to the bank, f** you mean you don't know I'm higher than a raven I blow Edgar Allen Poe, I got plenty guap but get more Mane! [Verse 3: Kezzy] I'm a pill popping animal, syrup sipping, double cupping Never fall in love with her, I ain't trying to hand cuff her Young kizzle a born hustler, money make me hustle harder From the studio I'm on the iPhone and I'm taking orders I'll rob you for your bricks and you can't even snitch on me The way I spend your money, hope it make you sick homie Young skinny n***a, tatted up and I'm boney See your b**h looking I don't even want it Hit the block chilling with a whole lot of my homies Thirty bad b**hes, but I only love the money Mane im so broke ha ha, that sh** is funny Rich n***a sh** I wipe my a** with a hundred Bought a foreign whip now I'm doing bout a hundred High way trip got my whole hood jumping Re-up re-up re-up, make that sh** disappear I grind so hard this year this gone be my last year Hoes asking for money, get the f** out my ear It ain't safe where I'm from, this the danger zone here Where a n***as survive and everything ain't crystal clear A smile will get you robbed for your gear [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Frank Lee] Yeah n***a! King n***a! Haaaaa Thirty hundreds rolled, cause a n***a like to stunt Counting this cash while my b**h roll the blunt Young n***a hustling I get what I want Bought a mothaf**ing whip, crashed that sh** that month Got that sh** fixed and I'm still on the run Getting to the money, counting them faces Big faces, n***a all green like I'm racist Lucky lefty n***a, Uh no smoking aces I had a mixed b**h until I needed more figures Had to cut her off real fast, no scissors I was getting money n***a, all that winter Black timbs on me n***a like f** a blizzard Henny in the cup n***a straight, no chase, no mixer Flexing on hoes, john wall no wizards On that bullsh** stink bad like gizzards Ba** hit through your face like kickers Big Chillin n***a I ain't got no worries Ice on my neck, too cold like a flurry Getting dough quick like fast go hurry Balling on n***as real talk true story [Hook x2]