Gucci Mane - Stuff Crust lyrics

(with PeeWee Longway) [Hook:] We rollin' 2 grand doobies, Point 5 for cuties Blowin San Francisco cookies It's bout to be a movie Call me PeeWee Tarantino Big clouds of weed smoke Hashing flash like a weed low Start crushing till we overdue Stuffin crust Stuffin crust Stuffin crust Stuffin crust [Verse 1:] In the trap house man a homie struck go get Put down swisher roll up here Still crusing the beamers at Ain't no pressure got alot of bag Ain't got to worry about popo bag You can roll your own jay keep nothing Come cook it it's a virus Smell in the bed Got your tumor if you know what the hell is that San Francisco you got to be afraid to get that I'm a bosey I got me a mail mechanism In the long life long blunt powder and sense Rick man calling it's a scrunch mail in it Blowing gas with a bad b**h, she gaggin' and sh** My bad I stuck 2 grounds in this spliff I forgot you smoke power fire queue sh** Baby gone I'm the back of man trying to catch a breath I'm a stalker crossing over by the red man trip How you caught a n***a moving how I kick big sh** But the whole bank cross the crust like dick Only cut with 4 s*uts got big bu*ts I'm amazed once a star crust hit swisher

And I can't wait to smoke it with her Like cookie she throwin up Like the movies we stuck in crowd [Hook:] We rollin' 2 grand doobies, Point 5 for cuties Blowin San Francisco cookies It's bout to be a movie Call me PeeWee Tarantino Big clouds of weed smoke Hashing flash like a weed low Start crushing till we overdue Stuffin crust Stuffin crust Stuffin crust Stuffin crust [Verse 2:] Give me a swisher so I can roll up And I'm leaning so hard look like I'm doing the hold on No smile blush, your blunt need to grow up And I keep that gag in me alive so I can blow up I need more haters, that's why I smoke a pound a day I need some acres I keep a blunt on me like it's my firearm We in the club for one reason Set out the fire alarm Them fat blunts that's how we smoke And it ain't strong if you don't choke f** the nike deal I should sign with coke We getting fields of that sh** On a f**ing boat [Hook:] We rollin' 2 grand doobies, Point 5 for cuties Blowin San Francisco cookies It's bout to be a movie Call me PeeWee Tarantino Big clouds of weed smoke Hashing flash like a weed low Start crushing till we overdue Stuffin crust Stuffin crust Stuffin crust Stuffin crust