Gamma Feb - Blunts n Bottles (feat. 909DUMDUM) Lyrics

Dum-dum on the beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dummy, Dummy
Huh
You know it's on repeat
Ha ha ha ha
Back at it, Dummy
You know who it is
Hella blunts in them bottles, nigga, we really faded
Me and my broski gamz , we rollin' them like Jamaicans
We ain't in the top ten, so tell me why is they hatin'
You know we got hella blunts in them bottles up in the basement
Hella blunts in them bottles, hella blunts in them bottles
Hella blunts in them bottles, hella blunts in them bottles
It don't matter to me, I'm livin' life full throttle
But we back in the basement with hella blunts in them bottles
High in this bitch, so I gotta make it happen
Get the bottles and the blunts and the bitches
Get the rappin lay it down on the track
Cause I'm f*ckin' straight savage, f*ckin' bitches, gettin' money
Yeah, you know I made it happen
Make it happen, make it happen
If it wasn't for me rappin', I don't know where I would be
I get applause like they was clappin
I don't pay no mindin' critics, I only go by stats and digits
I got heart just like a midget, you feelin' froggy
Nigga, ribbit try me
I got bread for a couple of my old birds
And if I run into him now, I got no words
We got blunts and bottles, you better mark my words
You say you in the streets, but you on the curb
Hella blunts in them bottles, nigga, we really faded
Me and my broski gamz, we rollin' them like Jamaicans
We ain't in the top ten, so tell me why is they hatin'
We got hella blunts in them bottles, up in the basement
Hella blunts in them bottles, hella blunts in them bottles
Hella blunts in them bottles, hella blunts in them bottles
It don't matter to me, I'm livin' life full-throttled
You know we back in the basement with hella blunts in them bottles
Got the paul for the broads
Take that back, give me the bronze for the paul
I don't even want it no more
F*ck with me, put out a lot of shit for free
Now I'm ready to attack
All the rhymes I put in this shit, I don't want it, take it back
Take it back, take it back to the first time I was stoned
I was smokin' the blunt and sour diesel, man, I was gone
Took that bitch to the basement, and you know I straight domed
Smokin' hella f*ckin' weed, losin' all my chromosomes
Got them blunts in them bottles, I'm bout to get me a model
And go and f*ck on the bitch, and she just a suckin' and swallowin
Got the green in the weed, I gotta get what I need
You know it's Sean on this bitch, yeah, the Don boy is lit
Hella blunts in them bottles, nigga, we really faded
Me and my broski gamz, we rollin' them like Jamaicans
We ain't in the top ten, so tell me, why is they hatin'
You know we got hella blunts in them bottles up in the basement
Hella blunts in them bottles, hella blunts in them bottles
Hella blunts in them bottles, hella blunts in them bottles
It don't matter to me, I'm livin' life full of throttle
But we back in the basement with hella blunts in them bottles