Lyrics Z - Stash Spot

Stash Spot Lyrics – Z

Singer: Z
Title: Stash Spot

Man
Lost in this sh#t
This is Ear To The Beat
C’mon

Break your frame with a swisher
And pull the brains out the picture [pick the guts up
Budded to hit the flame after you’re twisted no hiccups
sh#t on the ground better pick up

So I’m state to stay for big bucks [let’s get it
I’ve been this sh#t, no mix-ups
My whole life I’ve lived rough
My stomach starving half the po and half the fact my bills f#cked

Most likely I be overdosed if this weed was something real tough
Flying through this solar system approaching sickness with each puff
And I’m dying with this poet in me
Subs hitting getting my dick sucked

I roll and smokе as much as Facebook say I am so [hahaha
And I’ll be damned if you еver see the day that I don’t
Supply most and touch bows as the week goes
With eyes low I plain throw and maintain this weed flow [take a set

This one a habit now, it’s half the sh#t I breath for
Seeking out my family, evil packages get free throw [bring that money back
Come and smoke with me, just careful what we meet for
With business I got blam and if you fam we on sequel [c’mon]

My mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
I blow this poem while I focus on these money drops
Dickeys sagging while I’m dragging on these honey drops
Can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot

b#tch, please
Get my weed out the stash spot
So I can light the #ss of the blunt and blast off
Yeah, now I’m on cloud nine

And n#gg#, it was ’bout the cash know I’m ’bout mine
I don’t hesitate naw
All I need is a second to medicate every second I dedicate just to getting my cheddar straight
That’s why I regulate

Anybody selling weight
Where I didn’t designate
Ride ’round with this burnt ID and registrate
Protect myself at all times, we ain’t never safe

Thanking God every step I take
Inhaling kush every breath I take
Yeah
I wrap purple in a Swisher Sweet

And rap circles when I hear a beat
You rap Urkels thinking sh#t is sweet
Yo I ain’t industry, I’m in the streets
I’m really with the sh#t so quit the beef

These people keep the blow and Fetty at they stash spot
But I keep they body parts and some b#tches that back-talk
Do I really need to explain my focus to you lame cats?
I’m on another page and you can rip it out and keeps that

Use it as a stepping stone
But don’t skip over the street facts
You’ll get clapped
Guts leaking on the pavement with some belly fat

I tried to warn ’em from the get-go I ain’t playing around
Placing these jigs up and pulling my hawks brim down
My eyes red from all this chronic that I’m blowing
And I came in this b#tch with a bad attitude and showing

But I gives a damn what your personal opinion is
I’m on the right track for destruction bruh
And y’all b#tch-made, the reason I don’t f#ck with ya
Good thing this fire that I’m burning keep me cooling out

Posted at the stash spot
f#ck what you talking ’bout
My mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
I blow this poem while I focus on these money drops

Dickeys sagging while I’m dragging on these honey drops
Can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot
My mind is doper than a hundred sack of ready rock
I blow this poem while I focus on these money drops

Dickeys sagging while I’m dragging on these honey drops
Can someone please grab my weed out my stash spot
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