$crim - Weightoven lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Smurf] I be like “f** the world and everybody in it” sometimes At times I feel like I'm alone like all my friends in my mind Say Hustle God, got street cred boy I never fell out my [?] The most respected in this sh** just to walk in the skies Could tell I ain't afraid to shoot ya from the look in this eye Maybe if I [?] My father outside he's ever spot you sparkin' you catch that fire If I burn you [?] Puss [Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry] Smoking b**h I got the same plug as Spit Vicious 24K f** off b**h Yeah the blunt tastes like gold its delicious Keep on talking boy we know that you a p**y you fictitious Ratting out a woadie for a bag of silver you judicious I do this sh** Hustle Fam ambitious Slit wrist fisting b**hes I ain't fresh to d**h My d**h is fresh I'm so clean but still got glitches Digging in a grave b**h I'm looking for the riches [Verse 3: $crim] Just another day high as f** Ridin' round blowing pounds with the windows up I'm just addicted to d** but I ain't ever giving up You ever walk up in a room and see no face you can trust? Treat these hoes how I want Shoot motherf**ers for fun If I was you I wouldn't smoke with me you never know whats up in my blunt I was taught to rob and serve Make a s**er bite the curb Walking slow and talking slurred Spilling syrup on my shirt