Stuff Crust - Intellectual

[Intro]

Aye, aye Muhammad, let me get-

Let me get Swishers buddy

"Right here, this? You want thi-?"

Nah, nah, nah- The case homie

"What are you talking about buddy?"

Muhammad... The case buddy... The Swishers

[Pre-Chorus: Peewee Longway]

We rolling 2 gram 'doobies'

Point .5 for cuties

Blowing San Francisco Coo-kies

It's about to be a movie

Call me 'Peewee Tarantino'

Big clouds of weed smoke

Passing blunts like a relay

Stuff crusting until we overdose

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]

Stuffin',- crustin' (Stuff crust!)

Stuffin',- crustin' (Stuff crust! For real!)(Roll up roll up!)

Stuffin',- crustin'

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]

In the trap house, me and the homies stuff crust gas

Buttoned down Swisher, roll up gas

Stuff crusting to be exact

Ain't no pressure got a lot of bag

You ain't got to worry about "Puff, puff, pass"

You can roll your own, just keep mine fat

Blowing Cookie, it's a very rare smell in the back

Got you tooting up your nose "what the hell is that?!"

San Francisco!, you got to be a player to get that

I'm a boss, yeah, I got me a mailman connect

In the loft, lighting up, blunt powder, incense

Rent man calling, "it's a strange smell in the back"

Blowing gas with a bad bitch, she gaggin' and shit

My bad I stuffed 2 grams in the spliff

I forgot, you smoke point .5, cute shit

Baby gone on the back and then catch a breath

I'm a stuff crust another while the rent man trip

How you caught a nigga moving, how I kick big shit

But the whole band camp stuff crust like this

In the cut with 4 sluts, got big butts

I'm amazed, we stuff crust in Swishers

And they can't wait to smoke up with us

On Cookies, she throwing up

Make movies, we stuffing crust

[Pre-Chorus: Peewee Longway]

We rolling 2 gram 'doobies'

Point .5 for cuties

Blowing San Francisco Coo-kies

It's about to be a movie

Call me 'Peewee Tarantino'

Big clouds of weed smoke

Passing blunts like a relay

Stuff crusting until we overdose

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]

Stuffin',- crustin' (Stuff crust!)

[Verse 2: MPA Duke]

Give me a swisher, so I can roll up

And I'm leaning so hard, look like I'm doing the "hold up"

No small blunts, your blunts need to grow up

And I keep that gas, give me a lighter, so I can blow up...

I need more haters, I swear, I smoke a pound a day

I need some more acres

I keep a blunt on me, like it's my firearm

We in the club for one reason

Set off the fire alarm (Set it off, set it off)

Them fat blunts that's all we smoke

And it ain't strong, if you don't choke (Nah!)

Fuck a Nike deal, I should sign with 'Coke' (Fuck 'em!)

We getting fields of that shit

On a fucking boat!

Duke!

[Pre-Chorus: Peewee Longway]

We rolling 2 gram 'doobies'

Point .5 for cuties

Blowing San Francisco Coo-kies

It's about to be a movie

Call me 'Peewee Tarantino'

Big clouds of weed smoke

Passing blunts like a relay

Stuff crusting until we overdose

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]

Stuffin',- crustin'