Chevy Woods - Dispensary lyrics

rate me

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough

Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough

Getting paid, then we smoke

There are planes everywhere we go

Don't gotta ask ‘cause you already know

Don't gotta ask ‘cause you already know

Heard you niggas is balling, we ain't nothing alike

Dubs are cracking my palms on them cold nights

Now it's just champagne on cold ice

And expensive cars and all the women that we like

You never have conversation with bad bitches who don't need you

Give ‘em the up all night and they gonna feed you

Yeah we living fast, but the pay's right

You ain't ready, you shook, still getting stage freight

Bout a dollar, twisting that marijuana

The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala

Got niggas acting like bitches, bitches realer than niggas

Pussy that shit ain't new, I been hustling with killers

Sing so much when that trunk pops

See them red and blue lights and we don't stop

Damn, that just what a nigga been through

What the fuck you want me to do?

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough

Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough

Getting paid, then we smoke

There are planes everywhere we go

Don't gotta ask ‘cause you already know

Don't gotta ask ‘cause you already know

Popping off that motherfucking

Getting out that motherfucking

I got so much motherfucking

That I don't even motherfucking

Why you niggas even mad at me?

I gladly teach you niggas how to rap

You probably should be mad at the fact

That you can't stack and you ass-backwards

And that's when something bad happens

You be with mad actors, mad slackers

You mad average

You niggas looking like mad rappers

Pulled up in the Porsche, skirred off

Smoking that murder, illest that you heard of

Doing shows with my shirt off

Problems with any of my dogs then they square up

Hurt of feelings ‘cause the dollars I've been getting

Smoking joints with your women and we all chilling, taylor gang

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough

Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough

Getting paid, then we smoke

There are planes everywhere we go

Don't gotta ask ‘cause you already know

Don't gotta ask ‘cause you already know

20 grand in each ear

Space Jam 11 got three pair

Weed so strong I don't need clear

My cuddy’s locked up and I ain't seen him in three years

The world keeps turning and my girls keep working

Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting

Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick

The rims on the whip all chrome on clips

I'm fly really, I don't try

Red eyes while cooking pies, who am I? Dice guy

Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap, I been trapping

And I ain't never gonna switch up

I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup

And if they hit us they gonna leave blood with us

Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker

Pardon me for smoking

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough

Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough

Getting paid, then we smoke

There are planes everywhere we go

Don't gotta ask ‘cause you already know

Don't gotta ask ‘cause you already know