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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Smurf
Black Smurf
Vocals
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Sampled Artist
Yung Mutt
Yung Mutt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Jonathan Crawford
Jonathan Crawford
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dry in the street on the creep
Smoked my last blunt, made a **** start to tweek, damn
Scrim hit the cheddar, tell 'em pull up
But I ain't got Woods for the rollup
Smoke that till we pass out
You ain't put it no funds, get your ass out, push
Baby shit, I'mma lash out
Taking blunts till the head till I cash out, woosh
I'm a fiend for the weed like a stoner
Keep your lines, I just need marijuana
Backwoods till I'm in a kush coma
Hotbox car feel like a sauna
I love this money, this money
But Mary, she do something to me
I need it, I fiend it, I want it
Feel sober, I gut it, I roll it, smoke
[Verse 2]
Hundred thou, how I'm livin'
Break 'em off with that llama
Codeine up in my kidneys
Got that smoke like a sauna
You can't play with my money
Twenty ounce and some mud
Bad temper like Sonny
And I'm full of them drugs
Up in East Memphis with Hustle
Bitch, I'm outta them slums
All them convicts my muscle
Eat them pills like they Tums
I got that work if you need it
I might just rob you and keep it
It ain't no secret
I'm the one they call Jesus
[Verse 3]
Smoking, then driving
Smoking and driving got me into trouble a couple of times
I remember when I had to piss in a cup for a couple of summers in 2009
Hotboxing, feeling like a tropic hot spot
Until the fuckin' 5-0 call the K9
Snottin' for that fucking pot
Though I told the cop we didn't smoke weed with fucking seeds
So what he mean, explain this please?
I should have grabbed the fucking weed and peaced
Asking me to rat
Bitch, I'll take my chances in court
Do my time and pay the fees
Written by: Aristos Petrou, John Crawford, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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