Lettuce - $uicideboy$

All my niggas high

We be puffing on that loud

You need to get up, get out and do something… (Psyche!)

I spend all my time trying to get high

Except during the day, that’s when I’m trying to get paid

If I ain’t got no green, how the fuck am I supposed to get green?

Rolling the weed, blowing the weed

Yeah, you know

Throat full of smoke, choking on the fro

Bitch, you know I got oodles and oodles of fucking o’s and o’s

And if I’m really fucking stoned I might give you a loan

I need a zone, meaning I’m zoned the fuck out

Watching my weight, but I’m still gaining pounds

Blowing on loud, that Boom, Bam, Pow

Knock your ass out

All my hittas high, they be puffing on that loud

When I’m on that lean I don’t ever make a sound

Ride around town with a pound underground

Get it down don’t frown when the cops come around

Smoking and sipping, you know I stay pimping

Got 33 birds like my name was Pippen

They wishing I’m tripping about shit I envision

You got to be kidding about puffing that sticky

You with me?

Well, let me slow it down one time

I’m on their minds, they realize the real lies between thin lines

Bloody red eyes, smoking ounces

I’m, ducking and faded, patiently waiting

These pills that I’m taking, I’m chasing

With 40oz.

and vaping

Nothing can save me

That purp got me hazy

I tell her look baby…

All my niggas high

We be puffing on that loud