Lyrics of Chilled coughphee

(devin the dude:)
I'm puffin
I never get enough in
I never cook coke up on the stovetop
But i'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
But it's trapped inside a rubber
Should i flush that hoe out?
To use again? well it depends do i have another one
I cuss for fun
Too cool to have to buss a gun
I don't have to duck and run
I could fuck a bum up quick
But that's some tenth grade shit
And it's all about chillin smilin laughin
So you know i'm willin hollin and i'm grabbin
At a freak before i leave best believe i'm weeded
You rollin that billie jean bitch beat it
And you see that we the niggaz who smoke the most
People propose a toast from coast to coast
But it don't even matter whose the highest
Cause if it ain't dope
Their ain't no hope
They ain't gone buy it

(curren$y:)
Yeeeaaa
Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double s
Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due i guess
Gps loaded with the coordinates
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, drinks poured
Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll
I saw the mack when i was only 11 years old
And i swore to never be a simp for a hoe
Approach the closed do'
It crack open before my eyes
Shorty with a doobie of her own i am not surprised
Cause i don't kick it on the low
With no bitches that don't get high
Wrap me a to go plate and ask if i want her to drive
Cause i got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears i'm caught in a grind
At your grandma's house
Plastic cover the couch
Before i sit down
She question me for smellin like a pound