Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Blunt, artist - Casper TNG.
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In My Blunt |
He’s in my blunt |
He’s in my blunt |
He’s in my blunt |
He’s in my blunt |
If you ain’t from my ends then please don’t come 'round |
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
You know it’s bad when you get used to gun sounds |
And if he ain’t a shooter then he cannot hang 'round |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
Silly opp, i just made him diddy bop (uh) |
Silly opp, i just made him milly rock |
Really hot, i’m an addict just for getting guap (shit) |
Shit, see i’m an addict just for sending shots |
Walk 'em down then hit the studio then hit the charts up |
Bad bitch she do anything i wanna |
I like her designer clothes but i’ma rip 'em off her |
Dead guys in my blunt they smoking marijuana |
And when i’m on your block you better pray you’re not |
I’m the type to shoot 'til his face is gone |
I’ma cut the grass until the snakes are gone |
Police watch me like they Oakland when the Raiders on |
If you ain’t from my ends then please don’t come 'round |
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
You know it’s bad when you get used to gun sounds |
And if he ain’t a shooter then he cannot hang 'round |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
I come from the hottest block in my area |
Where the cops drive by stop and stare at cha |
But patten down ya waist to see if you a carrier |
My lil' nigga seen a homi he like it’s hilarious |
My ex bitch mad about my next bitch |
And my next bitch wonder who my next bitch is |
My money getting long like a limousine is |
He say he’s been on my block i ain’t never seen him |
These niggas say they gang bang they don’t come outside |
These niggas say they gang gang they don’t never slide |
It’s overwhelming, it’s overwhelming shit |
All these opps we chalking i swear they felt it |
And you can’t hang with my gang if you ain’t press shit |
Niggas say they shooters they ain’t never press it |
Bands in my pants so much that they can’t fit |
Red beams on these tips i feel like i can’t miss |
She just wanna fuck a nigga 'cause i’m glamorous |
Fuck a bitch i put bands on my damn wrist |
Word on my moms all i do is press shit |
And if he want a pack it’s likely i finesse him |
If you ain’t from my ends then please don’t come 'round |
And if he a opp then he gon' get the run down |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
You know it’s bad when you get used to gun sounds |
And if he ain’t a shooter then he cannot hang 'round |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
He’s in my blunt, that guy he’s in my blunt now |
Now |
That guy he’s in my blunt now |
That guy he’s in my blunt now |
That guy he’s in my blunt |
That guy he’s in my |
Uh uhhhhh |
Aye |