Yung Bloodshot - Ganja Lords lyrics

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Yung Bloodshot - Ganja Lords lyrics

(Verse 1: Jay Vee) It's Yung Bloodshot, about to make your blunt drop You would think I was a cop the way I keep the bud locked Stash it fast, two thousand cash, a pound of exotic Jesus, take the wheel cuz I'm driving with narcotics! I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a motherf**ing tyrant Won't pa** the weed, but I'll pa** your b**h right after she light it Wake up, get high, go to sleep and repeat it I'm getting stoned like a m**m b**h that cheated I don't mean it, I'm just saying Ain't no bluffing, dawg I'm puffing Super faded off this Super Saiyan Planet Namek doing damage If you ain't smoking, I ain't with you very often We twisting blunts like fingers in gang signs up in Compton Baked, getting pound cake, kush just the frosting My eyes stay redder than your favorite socks in Boston Called my main b**h, told her I'll bring a ton of trees And save a plate of p**y for the munchies (Chorus) //Ganja Lords, self made, b**h we blaze everyday Dank playing tricks on me, mind stays delayed It's 4 AM in Caguas and all my thoughts are dead We got three eyes, three eyes and all of them are red// (Verse 2: Dank) All these xannies I popped got me not giving a f** Cuz we're never gonna stop until we chilling in the top (where you at?) Slow down, beats back, b**h get out your kneecaps We smoking all these tree bags Jay Vee, where them leaves at? Hands up, hoes down, b**h I'm the talk in my hometown I'm always creating my own sound, let's go to the showdown My mind powered, defined by twin towers Each hour the taste of my rhymes will get sour Any coward facing my lines will get devoured, it's crucial I spit that sh** that none of y'all are used to Think twice though, I hit them with that nice flow Like a light show, these b**hes see my pipe low I might go see what's up, probably make it cracking Have her doing sh** that she thought would never happen These other n***as slacking when it comes to power backing I'm the master at packing, envision the Franklin's stacking, n***a (Chorus) //Ganja Lords, self made, b**h we blaze everyday Dank playing tricks on me, mind stays delayed It's 4 AM in Caguas and all my thoughts are dead We got three eyes, three eyes and all of them are red//