Still

Let's get this shit going

Blunt Factory

What's crackin'

Blunt, check this out

Check this out, one, one two

I rock your world

I run through this world

I'm fucked up right now

My voice is fucked up, I don't care

Still that same dog with the three-two still

Still change tails still pimped out appeal

Nothin' changed 'round here

Still tight like clamps still receive mail, man I love my stamps

I guess it's my turn quit your bitchin'

Still when I say move fly now you shiftin'

Still twistin' of course better lift it

Still lay my chest still can't pass the piss test

Still give a shit still you never cared less

Still scrapin' mufflers pigs chasin'

Still can't knock me

Still pop wheelies on tracks like G's is a Kawasaki

Chicken heads still freakin'

Still see my six-six Riviera's ditchin' one time screechin'

What you thinkin'?

I'm the one they call Blunt could it be sinkin'

Bitch what you thinkin'?

Dog, thought I told ya, same clique

Still can't arrest me, still big dick

OG soldier, got clips

Magazines for ya, with hot lips

Cali green closure, with dime chicks

Round up folds, drag tips

Got it all sewed ya, with big hits

Big tits, still not gonna hold ya

Still got lips wrapped round the duck

Blunt by the bed dress, corn in the cup

Dick in the butt, oh shit, feel the cut

Get splashed in the back, dripped down to the crack

Gettin' nasty, blunt nasty attached to me

Cuz I threw the legs up in the factory

Just fuckin' with you girl, here grab the dick

Carefully into the mouth, hmm, while I spit

Let me put it in the dook, think the head fit?

Shit, I'ma push it in if the head slip

Not demandin', but dick abandoned

Don't call me no more, you a whore, I'm a bandit

Rob ya when it landed