Vic Spencer - Mr. Outsmoker

{Verse 1}
I never had a Trukfit item
But I’m fitting in a truck with blunt to lit ‘em (Light up)
Shoutout to the go-getters that be about a journey
Shoutout to the people that make it heaven to burn weed
Niggas that be smoking a lot of weed be doing a lot of work
I don’t know one person lazy off of the purp (Nah I don’t)
If you lazy then your weed is fake
The small time smokers can’t smoke a blunt to the face
You just a baby
Grab this little kid some Similac, bae ready to fuck
Give me twenty minutes while I hit this pack
Take it back
When me and Fred was twisting the jack (Roll up)
Or back whеn we got Westside Gunn high off of a forty sack

{Chorus}
Ha ha ha
You can’t outsmokе me
You can’t outsmoke me
Are you fucking crazy?

{Verse 2}
Legends in the city they gon’ pull up on me (Yup)
They already know that I be smoking on the strong weed from deep in the hood
Mother fuckers can’t be weak in the hood (Naw)
You don’t smoke the same as me ‘cause my weed from the hood
You more like a dispensary rat
You’d rather fuck with the white man then get taxed
Then when you broke fall back on your ass (Ha)
I never had a budget for weed
I take my last three hundred and go cop me a zip (What?)
Don’t trip, I’ll get it back next week
Pull up on a homie crib and cop the fresh weed
Get bent on a jet ski
Nigga

{Chorus}
You can’t outsmoke me
You can’t outsmoke me
Are you fucking crazy?
(What up?)

{Verse 3}
We use the vent in the car to dry the blunt off
A hot head that got high now he don’t want to bust his gun off
I’m in the mood to smoke seven whole blunts dog
Write about six raps, there’s five ways to drive home
Might cop four onions, I’m about to get my cry on
Every three days re-up before the high gone
Couple of twins getting friend in the Benz
I’m off that one and gone
Performance at the Dumbledore now I’m high in my living room