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 dope

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