Chilled Coughphee (Explicit)

Chilled Coughphee (Explicit) - Curren$y/Devin the Dude

I'm puffin'

I never get enough in

I never cook coke up on the stove top

But I'm stuffin' these nuts up

In the guts of the slut no doubt

But it's trapped inside a rubber

Should I flush that hoe out

To use again

Well it depends do I have another one

I cuss for fun

Too cool to have to buss a gun

I don't have to duck and run

I could f**k a bum up quick

But that's some tenth grade sh*t

And it's all about chillin' smilin' laughin'

So you know I'm willin' hollin' and I'm grabbin'

At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded

You rollin' that Billie Jean b**ch beat it

And you see that

We the niggas who smoke the most

People propose a toast from coast to coast

But it don't believe matter whose the highest

If it ain't **

Then there's no hope

They ain't gone buy it yo

Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S

Quarter bag mostly shake

But this l have to due I guess

G P S loaded with the coordinates

Of this b**ch crib to receive love and nourishment

In the form of joints rolled drinks poured

Her in nothing but a robe playin' her roll

I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old

And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe

Approach the closed do'

It crack open before my eyes

Shorty with a doubie of her own

I'm not surprised

'Cause I kick it on the low

With no b**ches that don't get high

Bring me a to go plate and ask if

I want her to drive

'Cause I got far too much on my mind

Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind

At your grandma's house

Plastic cover the couch

Before I sit down

She question me for smellin' like a pound