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z (of firing squad) - stash spot lyrics

[intro: z]
man
lost in this sh+t
this is ear to the beat
c’mon

[verse 1: z]
break your frame with a swisher
and pull the brains out the picture (pick the guts up)
budded to hit the flame after you’re twisted no hiccups
sh+t on the ground better pick up
so i’m state to stay for big bucks (let’s get it)
i’ve been this sh+t, no mix+ups
my whole life i’ve lived rough
my stomach starving half the po and half the fact my bills f+cked
most likely i be overdosed if this weed was something real tough
flying through this solar system approaching sickness with each puff
and i’m dying with this poet in me
subs hitting getting my d+ck sucked
i roll and smokе as much as facebook say i am so (hahaha)
and i’ll be d+mned if you еver see the day that i don’t
supply most and touch bows as the week goes
with eyes low i plain throw and maintain this weed flow (take a set)
this one a habit now, it’s half the sh+t i breath for
seeking out my family, evil packages get free throw (bring that money back)
come and smoke with me, just careful what we meet for
with business i got blam and if you fam we on sequel (c’mon)
[chorus: z]
my mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
i blow this poem while i focus on these money drops
d+ckeys sagging while i’m dragging on these honey drops
can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot
my mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
i blow this poem while i focus on these money drops
d+ckeys sagging while i’m dragging on these honey drops
can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot

[verse 2: lon gotti]
b+tch, please
get my weed out the stash spot
so i can light the ass of the blunt and blast off
yeah, now i’m on cloud nine
and n+gga, it was ’bout the cash know i’m ’bout mine
i don’t hesitate naw
all i need is a second to medicate every second i dedicate just to getting my cheddar straight
that’s why i regulate
anybody selling weight
where i didn’t designate
ride ’round with this burnt id and registrate
protect myself at all times, we ain’t never safe
thanking god every step i take
inhaling kush every breath i take
yeah
i wrap purple in a swisher sweet
and rap circles when i hear a beat
you rap urkels thinking sh+t is sweet
yo i ain’t industry, i’m in the streets
i’m really with the sh+t so quit the beef
[chorus: z]
my mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
i blow this poem while i focus on these money drops
d+ckeys sagging while i’m dragging on these honey drops
can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot
my mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
i blow this poem while i focus on these money drops
d+ckeys sagging while i’m dragging on these honey drops
can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot

[verse 3: bigg zigg]
these people keep the blow and fetty at they stash spot
but i keep they body parts and some b+tches that back+talk
do i really need to explain my focus to you lame cats?
i’m on another page and you can rip it out and keeps that
use it as a stepping stone
but don’t skip over the street facts
you’ll get clapped
guts leaking on the pavement with some belly fat
i tried to warn ’em from the get+go i ain’t playing around
placing these jigs up and pulling my hawks brim down
my eyes red from all this chronic that i’m blowing
and i came in this b+tch with a bad attitude and showing
but i gives a d+mn what your personal opinion is
you dealing with a borderline skitzo with sick fetishes
i’m on the right track for destruction bruh
and y’all b+tch+made, the reason i don’t f+ck with ya
good thing this fire that i’m burning keep me cooling out
posted at the stash spot
f+ck what you talking ’bout
[chorus: z]
my mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
i blow this poem while i focus on these money drops
d+ckeys sagging while i’m dragging on these honey drops
can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot
my mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
i blow this poem while i focus on these money drops
d+ckeys sagging while i’m dragging on these honey drops
can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot

- z of firing squad lyrics

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