Chilled Coughphee

I'm puffin I never get enough in I never cook coke up on the stove top But I'm stuffin' these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt But it's trapped inside a rubber Should I flush that hoe out? To use again? Well it depends do I have another one I cuss for fun Too cool to have to buss a gun I don't have to duck and run I could fuck a bum up quick But that's some tenth grade shit And it's all about chillin' smilin' laughin' So you know I'm willin' hollin' and I'm grabbin' At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded You rollin' that Billie jean bitch beat it! And you see that we the niggas who smoke the most Niggas propose a toast from coast to coast But it don't even matter whose the highest Cause if it ain't dope Their ain't no hope They ain't gone buy it Yea Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol' have to due I guess G.P.S. loaded with the coordinates Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment In the form of joints rolled, Drinks poured Her in nothing but a robe, playin' her roll I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe Approach the closed do' It crack open before my eyes Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised Cause I don't kick it on the low With no bitches that don't get high Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive Cause I got far too much on my mind Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind At your grandma's house Plastic cover the couch Before I sit down She question me for smellin' like a pound --- Chilled Coughphee - Devin the Dude and Curren$y