Ski Beatz - Chilled Coughphee lyrics

[Devin the Dude] III'm puffin, I never get enough in I never cooked coke up on the stove top but I'm stuffin' These nuts up in the guts of a s*ut no doubt But its trapped inside a rubber should I flush that ho out To use again, well it depends, do I have another one I cuss for fun, too cool to have to bust a gun I don't have to duck and run, I could f** a bum up quick But thats some tenth grade sh** And its all about chillin', smilin', laughin' So you know I'm willin', hollerin' and I'm grabbin' At a freak before I leave, best believe I'm weeded You rollin' that billy jean, b**h beat it And you see that we the n***as who smoke the most People propose a toast, from coast to coast But it don't really matter who's the highest If it ain't dope, there's no hope they ain't gone buy it [Curren$y] Quarter tank of gas in my 71 double S Quarter bag, mostly shake, but this will have to do I guess GPS loaded with the coordinates Of this b**h crib to receive love and nourishment In the form of joints rolled, drinks poured Her in nothin' but a robe, playin her role I saw "The Mack" when I was only 11 years old And I swore, to never be a simp for a ho Approached the closed door, it cracked open before my eyes Shorty wit a doobie of her own, I am not surprised Cuz I don't kick it on the low, wit no b**h that don't get high Wrap me a to-go plate and ask if I want her to drive Cuz I got far too much on my mind Industrial size gears, I'm caught in the grind At yo grandma house Plastic cover the couch Before I sit down She pressurin' me for smellin' like a pound