Lyrics Blowed (feat. Korchino tha Gringo & F.O.E) - Og Grip

I be gettin' blow, I be gettin' blowed out my mind
I be gettin' blowed
I be gettin' blowed
Finna roll one blunt
Then I roll four more
Follow the street code
Got me in beast mode
I be gettin' blowed out my mind
I be gettin' blowed
Finna roll one blunt
Then I roll four more
Follow the street code
Got me in beast mode
I be gettin' blowed out my mind

Marijuana get burnt
When we get turnt
So light that up
And pass it left if I get skipped you might get hurt
You might get hurt
You might get hurt
Bitch it's my hit
Don't make me trip
The homeboy grip
Don't call me skip
So why would you be
Such a dick
They hate
They hate
They hate they hate
But I refuse to get irate
Tryna suck me into the negative but I refuse to take that bait
I'm stayin' right
I'm stayin' right
Sometimes I'm
Stayin' out all night
Until the daytime
It's not playtime
Even though I'm fucked up
When I write
We take this serious
This rap shit
Why the hell you rappin'
So ratchet
No matter how grimy
Y'all can get
Guaranteed that we can match it
This is also called a ratchet
Take the safety off and unlatch it
When I throw it you catch it about to go straight bat shit

I'm on that double stuff
I'm off cookies
Got a weed habit like ohwee
If you run out you can hit me got that hit bag if you family
Got that hit bag
I'm an OG
With some OG in the tuck
Potheads stay blowin' trees
Cause a perc habit too much
Get a hundred and twenty
And do the money dance
One phone call and they gone
Off two pills
I'm fucked up
Add two shots and I'm gone
Like
On and on
On and on
And on and on
I need another bag
And another pill
And a bitch that like to do porn

First I roll one blunt (hey)
Then I roll four more (hey)
Follow the street code
(Street code)
Got me in beast mode
(Got me in beast mode)
Beast mode, beast mode
I be gettin' blowed out my mind
Out my mind
I be gettin' blowed
First I roll one blunt (hey)
Then I roll four more (hey) Follow the street code
(Street code)
Got me in beast mode beast mode Beast mode, woo
I be gettin' blowed out my mind, out my mind I be gettin' blowed out my mind, out my mind

Then I roll four more (four) Follow the street code
(Street code)
Got me in beast mode
(Beast mode)
Fuck with the freak hoes
I ball no free throws
You just check your bitch
Don't worry bout me
What you hatin' on me for
I slut on bitches like a peep show just pull the zip that's one-o
Money callin'need a pronto
Early in the morning like Alonzo
This Kush amazing
Got my eyes low
But my head high
Real niggas
We multiply
Smell straight dope
When I walk by

I need a glass of water
My mouth dry
Lucid dreamin' I'm hella livin' four mob it's God givin
Baby mama she steady trippin' six bitches that boy pimpin
Came a long way from the gutter sellin' work that butter
Need a pornographic fluffer swear to God I cuff her
Black or white
I break em'
Don't discriminate
I date em
Can't manipulate a manipulator on God I just pray for em
Blowin' pounds
That's just the norm
Hella keys like a snowstorm
Haters hate like a bitch scorned got Rondo and I bet I'm scorned