Chrisso NYC - Bubblegum Weed Hunt Lyrics

Goin for a run on this bubblegum weed hunt
Goin for a run on this bubblegum weed hunt
Where the budman at wit the weed that taste like bubblegum?
Where the budman at wit the weed that taste like bubblegum?

Lookin for this shit feel like im runnin through the stages
Leme know who got it gota check the yellow pages?
When i lost the bag, weedman wit left no traces
Smoke weed for the taste, cant be complacent
Needs to be official, get my pistol if i find laces
Aint f*ckin wit dude who got the same shit all the time
Gime all the bud that play tricks on my eyes
Life's a car u cant enjoy it on bummy ass tires
Ready to risk my life for a bubblegum weed hunt
Racin through the dark dont care if i hit a speed bump
Need to get my hands on the weed that taste like bubblegum
I need the juicy fruit, need that flavor of a trident
Need the smell to be so strong i get sinusitis
Dont you dare spray my weed
Ima need the flavor incorporated naturally
If i taste a chemical, ima pull it from the bud, ima find you at ya home pour that shit down ya throat

Goin for a run on this bubblegum weed hunt
Goin for a run on this bubblegum weed hunt
Where the budman at wit the weed that taste like bubblegum?
Where the budman at wit the weed that taste like bubblegum?

Know he dont got what i want cuz he dressed just like a bum
Somtimes they be havin fire but this time he aint the one
Ima smoke the whole blunt down to the bone
Need a reliable budman before it gets cold
Im coppin bubblegum weed even if it gets old
Gota link wit other hunters so i could find my gold
I hit my man Nike for them bubblegum soles
Today he cannot help i need a bubblegum bowl
Never scary wit the business im just goin wit the flow
The devils try to get me but im curving finding holes wit my bros
Everyday dodging all the blows n the hoes
Kicked you off the ladder after steppin on my toes