Blunt After Blunt

(Intro — laughing, unbothered) Ayy… Don’t pass me no weak shit either… If it don’t choke me, I don’t want it… --- (Hook — dirty, catchy) Blunt after blunt, got the whole spot stank, Smoke so loud got your whole crew blank. Eyes low red, talkin’ reckless as hell, If you don’t like the vibe you can get up and bail. Blunt after blunt, yeah I’m gone off the deep, Say the wrong thing, now I’m laughin’ in your seat. If you can’t roll right, don’t reach for my blunt — You just here for the smoke, I’m here for the fun. --- (Verse 1 — disrespectful, funny, grimey) Walked in late, already high as shit, Took your lighter, ain’t even ask for it. Rolled one fat like I’m stuffin’ a pillow, Hit it one time, now I’m stuck in the middle. Talk slick sideways, don’t finish my thoughts, Say some dumb shit, still play it off boss. Ash hang long like I don’t give a damn, If it drop on your shoes, you can blame your mans. You smokin’ that weak, I can smell it from here, That ain’t gas, that’s regret in the air. I don’t pass fast, I let that thing marinate, You rush my rotation, I reevaluate. Whole room spun, I’m the reason it tilt, If I said it outta pocket — yeah, I meant that shit. --- (Hook) Blunt after blunt, got the whole spot stank, Smoke so loud got your whole crew blank. Eyes low red, talkin’ reckless as hell, If you don’t like the vibe you can get up and bail. Blunt after blunt, yeah I’m gone off the deep, Say the wrong thing, now I’m laughin’ in your seat. If you can’t roll right, don’t reach for my blunt — You just here for the smoke, I’m here for the fun. --- (Verse 2 — darker, grimey humor) Rolled so sloppy still hit like a truck, I ain’t even care — I just lit that shit up. She said “you too high,” I said “you too sober,” Take one hit, now she lean on my shoulder. I be talkin’ crazy like I lost my sense, Arguin’ with myself like I need defense. Blunt got me thinkin’ I’m untouchable now, Till I stand up too quick and forget how. Spilled ash on the couch, ain’t cleanin’ a thing, Looked around like “y’all got vacuums or what?” You can’t match me, don’t try, just chill, I been floatin’ so long I forgot what’s real. If you cough too much, I’m crackin’ a grin, Like “welcome to the deep end, jump back in.” --- (Bridge — spaced, disrespectful tone) Don’t pass that trash… Don’t kill my high… If you talk too much… You gettin’ skipped in line… --- (Hook — final, louder) Blunt after blunt, got the whole spot stank, Smoke so loud got your whole crew blank. Eyes low red, talkin’ reckless as hell, If you don’t like the vibe you can get up and bail. Blunt after blunt, yeah I’m gone off the deep, Say the wrong thing, now I’m laughin’ in your seat. If you can’t roll right, don’t reach for my blunt — You just here for the smoke, I’m here for the fun. --- (Outro — laughing, fading) Man… who rolled this? …oh yeah, me… Light another one…