F3NTANY1 - FR33STY1E 3 (feat. T_Grizz) Lyrics

(I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I)

I've been smokin' on this weed, nigga, what the f*ck you mean (YAH)
Cho-, chop-, choppa wit' a beam,
Take his head off Mr. Clean
Yo bitch gon lick me clean,
Then she gon' need Listerine (Ouuuuuuu)
And I'm countin' up this green while I'm pourin' up some lean, yah (I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I)

A.R.P.'s, Glock 19s, and Mac 11s (GRAH)
Glock 17s, and the AK-47's (BOW)
All these damn guns,
Teach a bitch nigga a lesson (IT'S F3NT)
If he aint tryna learn, send his bitch over straight to heaven

(Ouuuuuu)
Matter of fact, go straight to hell
Pussy nigga always mad I did it by myself (PUSSY NIGGA ALWAYS MAD I DID IT BY MYSELF)
I been runnin' up the bag,
I didn't need no help
If a f*ck nigga keep talkin' shit, I'll send him straight to Hell (Ouuuuuuu)

I've been smokin' on this weed, nigga, what the f*ck you mean (YEAH)
Cho-, chop-, choppa wit' a beam,
Take his head off Mr. Clean
Yo bitch gon lick me clean,
Then she gon' need Listerine (Ouuuuuuu)
And I'm countin' up this green while I'm pourin' up some lean, yah (I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I)

I wanna be chill, I wanna be calm
I wanna be high, I wanna be dope
I don't need the anger, so I'll take the cup
Before this shit turn into a slope

I have ADHD and I need the weed
It calms the nerves and how I cope
They say I don't need it, and if you believe it
I'll strangle them all since they think I'm a joke

(A.R.P.'s, Glock 19s, and Mac 11s)
We're like Huey and Riley in battle, worse timing
We'll kick all your asses
In beautiful timing
If anyone's hiding we'll find you and ask you questions,
While we're smiling, he'll shoot you
If you are lying then we'll smoke your pack,
Like the good Garlean that we had on friday

I've been smokin' on this weed, nigga, what the f*ck you mean
Cho-, chop-, choppa wit' a beam,
Take his head off Mr. Clean
Yo bitch gon lick me clean,
Then she gon' need Listerine (Ouuuuuuuuuu)
And I'm countin' up this green while I'm pourin' up some lean, yah

I've been smokin' on this weed, nigga, what the f*ck you mean
Cho-, chop-, choppa wit' a beam,
Take his head off Mr. Clean
Yo bitch gon lick me clean,
Then she gon' need Listerine
And I'm countin' up this green while I'm pourin' up some lean, yah