🎵 DURTY BLUNT$$ // by Sickboyrari

8 ContributorsDURTY BLUNT$$ Lyrics [Intro] [?] [Verse 1: Sickboyrari] Twenty guys smoke ten grams Twenty guys smoke ten grams Asian bitch on the Xans Smokin' dope up out the can Cellphone in my hand Reefer in my hand Artsy nigga, yeah, I am Came through with the pinsec Triple seven on my neck All gold, Slick Rick Uh, make it clap at the trap Said she wan' come out Said she wan' come out Powder bag, she havin' fun Cheetah print scarf, dykin' hoes don't slack none And now ladies on my dick Said she wanna lick the tip, gon' twerk it bitch Cocaine, castle traphouse, fuckin' elegent, uh [Bridge] [?] [Verse 2: Hunned Mill] What the fuck's up? What's goin' down? I'm that steez nigga ridin' 'round town Rolling in that scraper, all blue two door wit' Black Kray Anytime I fuckin' skate, my escape Marcy twist up that thraxx, blowin' on that max Y'all burnin' on that minimum, it's loud in my rap Pretty girls in these clothes, skater boys, that's all I know Terrorist whistle you know I blow, white castles and that fuckin' coke Purgatory in this fuckin' dope Bitch, you don't know nothin' 'bout that These niggas ain't artsy, baggin' ho's on Broadstreet Me and my whole posse got them girls like "Oh Lordy" Ten [?] in my cup, now it's time to get naughty [Outro] [?]