In My Blunt - Casper TNG

He’s in my blunt

He’s in my blunt

He’s in my blunt

He’s in my blunt

If you ain’t from my ends then please don’t come 'round

And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

You know it’s bad when you get used to gun sounds

And if he ain’t a shooter then he cannot hang 'round

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

Silly opp, i just made him diddy bop (uh)

Silly opp, i just made him milly rock

Really hot, i’m an addict just for getting guap (shit)

Shit, see i’m an addict just for sending shots

Walk 'em down then hit the studio then hit the charts up

Bad bitch she do anything i wanna

I like her designer clothes but i’ma rip 'em off her

Dead guys in my blunt they smoking marijuana

And when i’m on your block you better pray you’re not

I’m the type to shoot 'til his face is gone

I’ma cut the grass until the snakes are gone

Police watch me like they Oakland when the Raiders on

If you ain’t from my ends then please don’t come 'round

And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

You know it’s bad when you get used to gun sounds

And if he ain’t a shooter then he cannot hang 'round

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

I come from the hottest block in my area

Where the cops drive by stop and stare at cha

But patten down ya waist to see if you a carrier

My lil' nigga seen a homi he like it’s hilarious

My ex bitch mad about my next bitch

And my next bitch wonder who my next bitch is

My money getting long like a limousine is

He say he’s been on my block i ain’t never seen him

These niggas say they gang bang they don’t come outside

These niggas say they gang gang they don’t never slide

It’s overwhelming, it’s overwhelming shit

All these opps we chalking i swear they felt it

And you can’t hang with my gang if you ain’t press shit

Niggas say they shooters they ain’t never press it

Bands in my pants so much that they can’t fit

Red beams on these tips i feel like i can’t miss

She just wanna fuck a nigga 'cause i’m glamorous

Fuck a bitch i put bands on my damn wrist

Word on my moms all i do is press shit

And if he want a pack it’s likely i finesse him

If you ain’t from my ends then please don’t come 'round

And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

You know it’s bad when you get used to gun sounds

And if he ain’t a shooter then he cannot hang 'round

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now

Now

That guy he’s in my blunt now

That guy he’s in my blunt now

That guy he’s in my blunt

That guy he’s in my

Uh uhhhhh

Aye