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cannabis pt. 2 - jb2statt lyrics

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(intro)
p*low k!lled this beat

(c1: jb)
like, cannabis season, don’t tell me i’m high
been smoking too much, now my head in the sky
i been knew the truth, so that b*tch cannot lie
i seen lil chaz, saw through his disguise
if i catch a hit, i won’t be going live
say you bigger than me, i told you, check the stats
i call up my b*tch to come give some*
like, call up my b*tch to come give me some lap

(v: jb)
we be posted on blocks, wait for n*ggas to spin
b*tch got a bbl, bet i’m gonna hit
i smoke too much weed, i be going off script
and ryan got 8ths in his pocket, lit spliff
i’m never the type to put n*ggas on lists
the way we can handle it, probably outside
call up the guys, just to see n*ggas hide
i talk what i want, so don’t you ask me why
know i’m sparking this sh*t if hitler in the spliff
dotty ain’t active, but i’m gonna spin
tell n*ggas to move, green light on the bl!ck
they thought i was done, till i dropped this sh*t
and see, ryan my brother, i’m keeping his back
i was f*cking lucy from the back
i’m not tryna keep earning these lil female tokens
cause i got plenty of them in my bag
polaris a b*tch, and i could never tame her
i’m leaving sp*ce, so james can really flame her
ginny in love with yo’ ass, she a predator
could never be friends with the b*tch, cause she trolling her
and my mans is gonna beat up that broke b*tches father
f*ck a steph, she really got a problem
she poppin that xanax, and mixing codeine in her drinks
i’m surprised she ain’t go to no doctor
weed in my lungs, think they finna explode
ahh, ahh, what i hear when i throw
got strength like a bear, and i came with the pole
a few shots at his feet, i’ma make that boy roll
big respect for my producer, his name is p*low
i’ve been on a hunt, tryna score me some goals
he got my name in his pocket, he ran to the stu’, and spent it to diss and make trolls
oh she a baddie, you know i’ma tap that
i’m the real booty clapper, you can’t clap that
she wanna put the v12 into overdrive, so i’ma mix that sh*t up with some whiplash
oh, that’s a opp on the block, better cl!ck that
never smoked a bad pack, these some gas ones
she on my d*ck, asking if she can have one
gmo gangsta, let’s roll up, and have fun
(c2: jb)
like, cannabis season, don’t tell me i’m high
been smoking too much, now my head in the sky
i been knew the truth, so that b*tch cannot lie
i seen lil chaz, saw through his disguise
if i catch a hit, i won’t be going live
say you bigger than me, i told you, check the stats
i call up my b*tch to come give some*
like, call up my b*tch to come give me some lap

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