Lyrics 100 Blunts (DJ Phantazm Remix) - $uicideboy$

$crim beat!
(Got the ounce, got the ounce)
Crim, Crim, 808!
Yo, light that cigarette, that cigarette, I'm tripping
Ash it then I flick it
Liquid got me feeling, got me feeling wicked
Sickening how I'm thinking
Every weekend during evenings
I'm creeping, all black secrets
Got a demon who be sp- demon who be speaking
I swear to God, they so mis, so mis
Just a, just a, -leton in clothing
Junkie that be, junkie that be, junkie that be flowing
I be that, be that, in your closet
That drug money in your wallet
All black for a home invasion
Smoking that, Smoking that dope till I'm Asian
Up in that alley way I'm bent
Switch blade on my hip
Sipping dip that's mixed with
Dip that's mixed with
Dip that's mixed with
Sipping mixed with
Sipping mixed with
Dip that's mixed with Crys
Got me tripping, talking shit...
Got me, got me, talking shit (Uh)
I'm twisted on, twisted on that dip
Got me twisted talking shit (Uh uh uh uh)
I'm tw- I'm on that, on that dip
100 blunts to the face
100 cups of the bale
100 blunts, 100 blunts, 100 blunts to the face
100 cups of the face
100 cups of the bale
Bale blunts to the face
100 cups of the bale
100 bale
100 blunts to the face (Ruby da Cherry)
100
(DJ slowdown)
Bale
It's that grim reaping motherfucker
Patch me up, I'm leaking
Snatch me up your bitch
I'm up your bitch
I'm up your bitch
I'm up your bitch
I'm bitch be bitch be bitch be
Bitch I'm bitch be
Bitch I'm bitch be
Bitch I'm up your bitch
I'm riding dirty swerving and I'm skewing
What I'm, what I'm is a sizz, could consider me a, -sider me a demon
Dreaming demon
Dreaming of a fuck boy massacre
Bitch, I'm scheming
Bitch, I'm steaming up some weed
And I'll be damned if you is reaching for this
blunt your bitch rolled laced with your homies' ashes
I'm teasing meaning, meaning your bitch,
your bitch, fuck but, fuck but, for no teasing
Meaning I told your bitch we would fuck but didn't for no reason
Please and thank you when I drop a track
My audience is a bunch of zombies teaming up to try and stop me
Tony told me it was chopper season,
leave you screaming for your mommy, uh
Uh
Spray them with that Tommy,
then I spray them with that Tommy (Tommy, tommy, tommy)
Mmm... You smell good for a dead motherfucker
(Dead motherfucker)
(Mmm... You smell good for a dead motherfucker)
100 blunts to the face
100 cups of the bale
100 blunts, 100 blunts, 100 blunts to the face
100 cups of the face
100 blunts to the face
100 cups of the bale
100 blunts, 100 blunts, 100 blunts to the face
100 cups of the bale