Lil Trizi - 420 Quarantine Lyrics

Uhh

Where the hell did you find this pot smoke?
Big street p on his last o...
Corona bag do the dash hoe
Quarantine bitches in masks tho
Shittin on em, no paper just asshole
Like Damn thats a sad sto

Blunt inhale I'm chill with fam
Bottles in the air when I cruise in the lamb
Bitch in the back, she looking like pam
hittin on the blunt n she rollin up all my grams
Mask on her face she wanna be my friend
Chinese virus and I cannot pretend
A dood a went a ate a bat and cause a epidem
But it came from the top and they did it for them
Roll me up a blunt, with a pill to forget
Cation hit the gas and we cruise in the benz
Droppin off the pack while you sleep in ya bed
Roll that shit back till u tweaking and dead

Yea

Pop a perky make me hate tomorrow
Kill the bottle when I'm rollin salo
Ace of spade sipping at the grotto
Saw that face looking like a model
See the brain see the bitch can gargle
Bust a nut -I gotta hit the bongo
Roll a eighth insida berry fronto
Right after cause I gotta smoke
Onna pill cause she gotta roll
On the Molly she on my bone
I say done and she gotta go

Yeah yeah

Where the hell did you find this pot smoke?
Big street p on his last o
Corona bag do the dash hoe
Quarantine bitches in masks tho
Shittin on em, no paper just asshole
Like Damn thats a sad sto
Like when I run out of the gas uh

I just gotta leave the house to get the Cash bro
Quarantine dash doin 50 on a backroad
I just gotta leave to pipe me down a fat hoe
Pushing in her back and Im feeling down her tailbone
Rollin up mad bones -I jus hit the fast forward
Uh
Spend a month inside closed
Way to go to get the cash n make em mad sore
Stuck in at home on my mobile mad bored
Liftin like a sahvoge
Getting gained swole
Lifting and smoking the big racks comin in holes
Hadda shit on em, asshole
Got no paper but I'm still rollin my rolls
No swag but I'm still fucking up all your hoes
Get the pack gone, get the pack sold
420 smoke rollin stoned to the bone
Grab the purell and I hit the road

Yea

Pop a perky make me hate tomorrow
Kill the bottle when I'm rollin salo
Ace of spade sipping at the grotto
Saw that face looking like a model
See the brain see the bitch can gargle
Bust a nut -I gotta hit the bongo
Roll a eighth insida berry fronto
Right after cause I gotta smoke
Onna pill cause she gotta roll
On the Molly she on my bone
I say done and she gotta go

Yeah yeah

Where the hell did you find this pot smoke?
Big street p on his last o
Corona bag do the dash hoe
Quarantine bitches in masks tho
Shittin on em, no paper just asshole
Like Damn thats a sad sto
Like when I run out of the gas uh!