Stoop Kid - 20 Blunts lyrics

[Verse 1] Spittin' everything that's coming off The snapback or fitted cap Symbolically portraying my thoughts As it's twisted back Unorthodox to it's origin as I'm exploring sin Sippin more of gen smokin more of twin Gettin' bent Fuse the 2 together like yang go with yen Call it peace before I rest like the deceased rest in peace I still remain elite in raps elite fleet And I stare at the back of my eyelids sometimes In my subconscious mind thinking that the world is mine According to a coked up cuban puffin cigars With tiger print interior inside of his car And if I go broke on some real sh** I'll probably rob banks like I'm runnin through Uncle Phil's crib Totin that Will Smith & Wesson And I will get to pressin' Them fake n***as that's rep'n Knock'em down 9-11 I mean f** if you offended I'm sick and slightly demented Windows darker than them cats Rocking black fist pendants Send shots that connect like blue tooths no dentist And I'll shoot at blue suits before I do a life sentence And like Big L once said: "You can ask Beavis, I get nothin' but head" [Verse 2] I'm in the whip prayin' for motivation This song wack Change the station I know mother f**ers sittin' out the car Wavin' at the muh f**in' car but they hatin' But you walkin' So why the f** is you talkin'? I hear your dog barkin' Because he smell the sh** I'm sparkin' That's that f**in' loud I'ma say it proud If you wanna get with the team then n***a get down Cuz all them n***as bout is gettin' money And all these n***as bout is gettin' honeys I just want some hunnits I just want some blue faces But seeing all these new faces So I'm boutta pack my sh** in some suitcases And be on my f**in way [Verse 3] And I'm doper than your favorite artist No airplay but you most likely gone hear my name regardless I mean it's facts like how you gone argue with that When the fact you that hearing me snap on this track proved all this I may not be the smartest but I damn sure ain't your average bear If I chase you up a tree I'm choppin' sh** down layer by layer Welcome to my bio dome If you ain't got no green then you can catch a contact But I myself am getting high alone I play this type of music with your ex like a xylophone But that sh** don't mean that I'm her next that b**h can die alone Or tell that goofy b**h to catch the dial tone Press the end bu*ton on my phone Then I'm gone