Yung Bloodshot - On Da Dressa lyrics

(Verse 1: Jay Vee) The first line is a b**h so I'll just state that I'm blazed OG got me in a daze, the haze when I gaze and fade Laid back, click clack, smoke where my ribs at Lift that blunt, fill that dutch Look, don't touch, there's never too much, never enough I smoke every f**ing hour, go to cla** higher than a tower Munchies I devour, fornicate the beat but I make love to the ganja If you see me toking, smoking n***a just mind your business High cla**, n***a I'm gifted Got that stoner beard, word to James Harden Powerful mystical herbs straight from the garden, louder than a bark is Gotta say this sh** got my mind retarded 25 papers on the dresser, hoes I never pressure Top notch stoners get the most not the lesser Legalize and turn these weak minds into wise and clever Gonna cop some kush, but I left my lighter Oh, and the... (Verse 2: Chaunsay) It's Yung Mackin', catch me macking Swear I be swaggging in the newest fashions Jordan grapes on my feet, but if my family gotta eat Boy, we will take your rations I'm not into interactions, especially with no lames You a has-been, not a Hasbro, you ain't got no game See, Chaunsay I'm too dope, I'm similiar to c**aine So when these hoes wanna blow me, I refer to them as Cobains My ration outta any situation f** b**hes, get money, never worry about the hating If n***as want beef, tell them a**alamu alaikum But if all that fails than raise hell, no Satan The difference between you and I is you're living your life in disguise Who are these guys? Claiming they high like I'm not in the sky But Lord knows I'm in these streets like potholes Smoking weed with some freaks, I be calling them "pothoes"