Kasher Quon, Smoke Supreme - Glass Pints lyrics
[Kasher Quon, Smoke Supreme - Glass Pints lyrics]
Bro just bought a glass pint of wock
And sent it through the mail
I just poured a 4 of Hi-tech
I'm movin' like a snail
I could spot a 35 with my eyes
Don't even need a scale
Gotta have them knots stacked up in
Case I need a bail
I was sellin' zaza to my teachers
I could never fail
I just got your bitch in my crib
Got her wet as hell
Got a QP of moonrocks I won't even sell
Hit her with the dick so
Good she singin' like Adele
Had to eat the pussy three times
It was good as hell
But Imma keep that shit to myself
I don't kiss and tell
Shh… cause that ain't my business
Boy you worried bout what I'm doin'
Need to mind your business
Beat that pussy like a
Workout from Planet Fitness
Shawty said I look good as hell
So I gave her inches
Opp was talkin' shit loud as hell
So I gave him stitches
Gotta hit em with the church
Bell cause I'm killing snitches
I just rolled up a 35 I won't even pass it
Pussy talkin' bout "roll up" but
Won't even match it
My whole crib fancy as fuck
So watch where you ashin'
Pussy boy talkin' all that shit
But ain't bout that action
Heard he tryna run down on me
Put him in the past tense
I just hit the… I just hit the
I just hit the mall
Blew a bag on some Gucci glasses
Finna take a trip to the beach
To look at some asses
Had your bitch cummin' back to
Back like season passes
Bout to drop a fire ass
Tape that'll shock the masses
You ain't got no sauce or no drip
I could give you classes
I just need a fire ass beat
So i can talk my shit
Catch a opp lackin' broad day
Empty out the clip
Gotta put them rubber gloves on
To load up the stick
I could call up three coke boys
To come move a brick
Sniff damn, now her nose runnin'
Gave my hoes AR-15s now them hoes gunnin'
Say the wrong words
We gon turn nothin' into somethin'
He was talking shit on twitter so
I beat his ass in public
Just ran into my opp at
The store that nigga runnin'
Fucked this bitch for a hour
She said she cummin'
Like… i put it in her stomach
I heard you ain't fuck that bitch
You just be humpin'
Shot that nigga 25 times now he crumpin'
Ran into my opp at the mall, I stumped him
He was calling for security
Told that bitch I ain't normal
I'm a celebrity and you gotta keep a pistol
That's just how it be
I just made 25 hundred times three
That's 75, ran into a fan he
Said "that's Kasher Quon"
And sent it through the mail
I just poured a 4 of Hi-tech
I'm movin' like a snail
I could spot a 35 with my eyes
Don't even need a scale
Gotta have them knots stacked up in
Case I need a bail
I was sellin' zaza to my teachers
I could never fail
I just got your bitch in my crib
Got her wet as hell
Got a QP of moonrocks I won't even sell
Hit her with the dick so
Good she singin' like Adele
Had to eat the pussy three times
It was good as hell
But Imma keep that shit to myself
I don't kiss and tell
Shh… cause that ain't my business
Boy you worried bout what I'm doin'
Need to mind your business
Beat that pussy like a
Workout from Planet Fitness
Shawty said I look good as hell
So I gave her inches
Opp was talkin' shit loud as hell
So I gave him stitches
Gotta hit em with the church
Bell cause I'm killing snitches
I just rolled up a 35 I won't even pass it
Pussy talkin' bout "roll up" but
Won't even match it
My whole crib fancy as fuck
So watch where you ashin'
Pussy boy talkin' all that shit
But ain't bout that action
Heard he tryna run down on me
Put him in the past tense
I just hit the… I just hit the
I just hit the mall
Blew a bag on some Gucci glasses
Finna take a trip to the beach
To look at some asses
Had your bitch cummin' back to
Back like season passes
Bout to drop a fire ass
Tape that'll shock the masses
You ain't got no sauce or no drip
I could give you classes
I just need a fire ass beat
So i can talk my shit
Catch a opp lackin' broad day
Empty out the clip
Gotta put them rubber gloves on
To load up the stick
I could call up three coke boys
To come move a brick
Sniff damn, now her nose runnin'
Gave my hoes AR-15s now them hoes gunnin'
Say the wrong words
We gon turn nothin' into somethin'
He was talking shit on twitter so
I beat his ass in public
Just ran into my opp at
The store that nigga runnin'
Fucked this bitch for a hour
She said she cummin'
Like… i put it in her stomach
I heard you ain't fuck that bitch
You just be humpin'
Shot that nigga 25 times now he crumpin'
Ran into my opp at the mall, I stumped him
He was calling for security
Told that bitch I ain't normal
I'm a celebrity and you gotta keep a pistol
That's just how it be
I just made 25 hundred times three
That's 75, ran into a fan he
Said "that's Kasher Quon"