Stuff Crust - Gucci Mane, Peewee Longway

We rollin' 2 grand doobies,

Point 5 for cuties

Blowin San Francisco cookies

It’s bout to be a movie

Call me PeeWee Tarantino

Big clouds of weed smoke

Hashing flash like a weed low

Start crushing till we overdue

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust

In the trap house man a homie struck go get

Put down swisher roll up here

Still crusing the beamers at

Ain’t no pressure got alot of bag

Ain’t got to worry about popo bag

You can roll your own jay keep nothing

Come cook it it’s a virus

Smell in the bed

Got your tumor if you know what the hell is that

San Francisco you got to be afraid to get that

I’m a bosey I got me a mail mechanism

In the long life long blunt powder and sense

Rick man calling it’s a scrunch mail in it

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

My bad I stuck 2 grounds in this spliff

I forgot you smoke power fire queue shit

Baby gone I’m the back of man trying to catch a breath

I’m a stalker crossing over by the red man trip

How you caught a nigga moving how I kick big shit

But the whole bank cross the crust like dick

Only cut with 4 sluts got big butts

I’m amazed once a star crust hit swisher

And I can’t wait to smoke it with her

Like cookie she throwin up

Like the movies we stuck in crowd

We rollin' 2 grand doobies,

Point 5 for cuties

Blowin San Francisco cookies

It’s bout to be a movie

Call me PeeWee Tarantino

Big clouds of weed smoke

Hashing flash like a weed low

Start crushing till we overdue

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust

Give me a swisher so I can roll up

And I’m leaning so hard look like I’m doing the hold on

No smile blush, your blunt need to grow up

And I keep that gag in me alive so I can blow up

I need more haters, that’s why I smoke a pound a day

I need some acres

I keep a blunt on me like it’s my firearm

We in the club for one reason

Set out the fire alarm

Them fat blunts that’s how we smoke

And it ain’t strong if you don’t choke

Fuck the nike deal I should sign with coke

We getting fields of that shit

On a fucking boat

We rollin' 2 grand doobies,

Point 5 for cuties

Blowin San Francisco cookies

It’s bout to be a movie

Call me PeeWee Tarantino

Big clouds of weed smoke

Hashing flash like a weed low

Start crushing till we overdue

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust

Stuffin crust