Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stuff Crust, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stuff Crust |
| We rollin' 2 grand doobies, |
| Point 5 for cuties |
| Blowin San Francisco cookies |
| It’s bout to be a movie |
| Call me PeeWee Tarantino |
| Big clouds of weed smoke |
| Hashing flash like a weed low |
| Start crushing till we overdue |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |
| In the trap house man a homie struck go get |
| Put down swisher roll up here |
| Still crusing the beamers at |
| Ain’t no pressure got alot of bag |
| Ain’t got to worry about popo bag |
| You can roll your own jay keep nothing |
| Come cook it it’s a virus |
| Smell in the bed |
| Got your tumor if you know what the hell is that |
| San Francisco you got to be afraid to get that |
| I’m a bosey I got me a mail mechanism |
| In the long life long blunt powder and sense |
| Rick man calling it’s a scrunch mail in it |
| Blowing gas with a bad bitch, she gaggin' and shit |
| My bad I stuck 2 grounds in this spliff |
| I forgot you smoke power fire queue shit |
| Baby gone I’m the back of man trying to catch a breath |
| I’m a stalker crossing over by the red man trip |
| How you caught a nigga moving how I kick big shit |
| But the whole bank cross the crust like dick |
| Only cut with 4 sluts got big butts |
| I’m amazed once a star crust hit swisher |
| And I can’t wait to smoke it with her |
| Like cookie she throwin up |
| Like the movies we stuck in crowd |
| We rollin' 2 grand doobies, |
| Point 5 for cuties |
| Blowin San Francisco cookies |
| It’s bout to be a movie |
| Call me PeeWee Tarantino |
| Big clouds of weed smoke |
| Hashing flash like a weed low |
| Start crushing till we overdue |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |
| Give me a swisher so I can roll up |
| And I’m leaning so hard look like I’m doing the hold on |
| No smile blush, your blunt need to grow up |
| And I keep that gag in me alive so I can blow up |
| I need more haters, that’s why I smoke a pound a day |
| I need some acres |
| I keep a blunt on me like it’s my firearm |
| We in the club for one reason |
| Set out the fire alarm |
| Them fat blunts that’s how we smoke |
| And it ain’t strong if you don’t choke |
| Fuck the nike deal I should sign with coke |
| We getting fields of that shit |
| On a fucking boat |
| We rollin' 2 grand doobies, |
| Point 5 for cuties |
| Blowin San Francisco cookies |
| It’s bout to be a movie |
| Call me PeeWee Tarantino |
| Big clouds of weed smoke |
| Hashing flash like a weed low |
| Start crushing till we overdue |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |
| Stuffin crust |