Kid Ink - Blunted (Lyrics)

[Intro] I got 1.5 for the blunt

Go ahead and pass me a Swisher

Blunted, blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?

[Verse 1] I got 1.5 for the red eye flight

If you tryna get high bitch just my type

Sittin’ in the room full of disco lights

Pair of shades on, I’m the coolest nigga on sight

Tell ‘em hide that, where the fuck you buy that?

I can’t even try that, glad I got my own shit wit me

Catch up, if it’s OG match up

But you ain’t got a Swisher then we ain’t gon’ session

This mothafuckin’ weed so sticky

Breakin’ this down get ya fingers so messy

You gon’ put a hole in the blunt, keep rushin’

Shoulda used a grinder ho, then [?] You could say I’m an addict

Got a gram of the wax if you need a dab hit

Must keep it in a jar cause these niggas cabbage

What you smoke, 420 is my fuckin’ average, imagine

Blunted, blunted, know you can smell me comin’

Said blunted, blunted, everybody always like “sell me somethin’”

But this sack cost more than a 20

You can roll one of mine just wrap it like a mummy

Straight top shelf in the store

Stole the connect, now I get it for the low

So you know I got…

[Hook] 1.5 for the blunt

Go ahead and pass me a Swisher

Smoke about a pound in a month

I don’t even pay no attention

I got 1.5 for the blunt

Go ahead and pass me a Swisher

Stay blunted, blunted, blunted

Where the blunt at?

Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?

Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?

I got 1.5 for the blunt

Go ahead and pass me a Swisher

Stay…

[Verse 2] Roll one for the niggas who fronted, for the bitches who want it

Roll one for the money, roll one to the face

That’s 4 if you countin’, high as a mountain, all for these ounces

Stuck in the middle of the couch with cotton mouth

I need a sip from the fountain

So gone think I left a couple nugs at ya crib

Make sure you hit a nigga when you found ‘em

Blunted, blunted, me and my niggas treat weed like money

Said blunted, blunted, if I smell another seed I’m runnin’

Said, no sticks, takin’ shots while you hittin’ bricks

Know I got the juice and you niggas nowhere in the mix

Be consistent, what you smoke hit or miss

I roll up OG every intermish

O-OG, make a mothafucka OD

Hit ya body like morphine, army

Babysittin’ the blunt, I’ll get you a car seat

Fuck what it cost me, these dividends is all goin’ to the medicine

It ain’t one of the 7 sins, rollin’ with these 7 grams

Sorry baby if there’s weed hangin’ out the end

But its…

[Hook]