Birdman, Magnolia Chop, 6 Shot, Tateeze - Smoke Out lyrics
[Birdman, Magnolia Chop, 6 Shot, Tateeze - Smoke Out lyrics]
What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)
Nigga how you feel comin'out
That project nigga
To these E-States and floatin on
These million dollar yahts
Smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin
We got weed in the mornin'
Weed for the homies
Weed in the back of the Coupe
I been smokin my nigga
I went from G's and thieves nigga
We blowin the weed my
Nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys)
I'm in that Bentley Coupe nigga
From Shine On video to six
Foot shorty too my nigga
And yeah we headed up town nigga
Blow after pound my niggas
Puttin it down nigga
And yeah ridin big is my crown nigga
Holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my
Town my nigga (believe that)
To be the boss that I be nigga
And smoke weed everyday of the week nigga
On Stunna Island nigga fuckin
With them G niggas
We gettin money everyday of the week nigga
It's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
We blow that purple everyday
In my city streets
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin
I'm headed to Stunna Island
It's lovely over there
Sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair
In the two piece Chenell shades and the
Chenell beach bags where I
Keep the weed stash
And I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
Mothafucker this is Cash Money you
Know what the life like
You smoke what you can, we smoke what we want
It's never back yard boogy
Straight stock yard funk
The higher ponic chronic, blueberry
And white Russian get it by the block it
Ain't open for discussion
I ain't touchin and puffin nothin
Give me a charge
I'm float with the cloud above and
Then go with the stars
Blow dro with my girl Venus
On the way to Mars
They say you need a ship but
Niggas get there in they cars
Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out
I'm clearin my throat and I'm at
It again my nigga no doubt
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin
I keep a half a block
In my ice box for freshness
Then half the block complainin how
Loud the stench is
P-U! Pepé le pew…purple or blue…White Widow
Cause after a few hit's ya through!
Can't get no realer than 6 Shot baby
Hot like a smokin 380, paper crazy!
Keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
Puffin on Bob Marley…sticky ick
No seeds and sticks
Gotta love it bout the size of ya finger
Get a light nigga this one's
A banger fuckin right
Got that light green, red, orange, yellow
Got that strawberry, large
Cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
You ever ask a nigga bout me
Cause them hoes know Shot blows
Good 7 days a week bitch I'm an OG
From a gram, to a quarter, to a half
To a whole Ki
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin
Nigga how you feel comin'out
That project nigga
To these E-States and floatin on
These million dollar yahts
Smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin
We got weed in the mornin'
Weed for the homies
Weed in the back of the Coupe
I been smokin my nigga
I went from G's and thieves nigga
We blowin the weed my
Nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys)
I'm in that Bentley Coupe nigga
From Shine On video to six
Foot shorty too my nigga
And yeah we headed up town nigga
Blow after pound my niggas
Puttin it down nigga
And yeah ridin big is my crown nigga
Holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my
Town my nigga (believe that)
To be the boss that I be nigga
And smoke weed everyday of the week nigga
On Stunna Island nigga fuckin
With them G niggas
We gettin money everyday of the week nigga
It's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
We blow that purple everyday
In my city streets
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin
I'm headed to Stunna Island
It's lovely over there
Sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair
In the two piece Chenell shades and the
Chenell beach bags where I
Keep the weed stash
And I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
Mothafucker this is Cash Money you
Know what the life like
You smoke what you can, we smoke what we want
It's never back yard boogy
Straight stock yard funk
The higher ponic chronic, blueberry
And white Russian get it by the block it
Ain't open for discussion
I ain't touchin and puffin nothin
Give me a charge
I'm float with the cloud above and
Then go with the stars
Blow dro with my girl Venus
On the way to Mars
They say you need a ship but
Niggas get there in they cars
Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out
I'm clearin my throat and I'm at
It again my nigga no doubt
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin
I keep a half a block
In my ice box for freshness
Then half the block complainin how
Loud the stench is
P-U! Pepé le pew…purple or blue…White Widow
Cause after a few hit's ya through!
Can't get no realer than 6 Shot baby
Hot like a smokin 380, paper crazy!
Keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
Puffin on Bob Marley…sticky ick
No seeds and sticks
Gotta love it bout the size of ya finger
Get a light nigga this one's
A banger fuckin right
Got that light green, red, orange, yellow
Got that strawberry, large
Cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
You ever ask a nigga bout me
Cause them hoes know Shot blows
Good 7 days a week bitch I'm an OG
From a gram, to a quarter, to a half
To a whole Ki
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin