BVDLVD - SMOKE UP lyrics

Pull up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man, I get too lit, a'ight
What? Hold up, yeah, yeah mattu put me on
Man, I get bare noddy
Man, I get bare lit, lit, lit
Smoke up the bongy smoke up the bongy

Ye-Ye-Ye yeah, I sleep good at night
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy
Yeah, I get too lit
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks
Y-Y yeah, your flow's too sloppy
Man are too sick, too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly

A-A-A-And if I wanna plug my guy
He shouldn't get pissed if I charge him
And if it w-And if it was a gamе of size
Soon you'd come to realisе
Your plans got shafted
T T Take piss and your face get clarted
Me and my bitch in the Wraith, get blasted
Man iII'm so high, I got planted
This that new BVDLVD shit
I tel-tel-tel-tell a man I'll bill it
I bill it but I can't bill it
Because it takes me actually fourty minutes
That's a minimum
You can fuck off your opinion
I'm sick of the, sick of the
Sick of the, sick of the, sick of 'em
Ah, man ain't no civilian
PUNK!'s about to hit the fifth M
Five million
Uh, so, who's sleeping good, now? Yeah

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye yeah, I sleep good at night
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy
Yeah, I get too lit
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks
Y-Y yeah, your flow's too sloppy
Man are too sick, too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly

Yeah, I sleep good at night
And I get bare noddy yeah, I get too lit
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
All you man just pricks
Yeah, your flow's too sloppy
Man are too sick, too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch

Y-Y yeah, yeah, w-w-w-w-what you smoking, G?
Is it loud-loud or you just gassing me?
III buss a Maggie from the bossman, £350
I'm a 3 5 away from a tragedy
I actually got the whole scene mad at me
That's a BODLOD with a hot bod, badder B
Factually, I got lots for my family
And if you chatting shit
I got the mandem like the cavalry
Smoke up, smoke up
Y-Y-You could get fucked with a pole
Aiming straight at your head like
Pull up, pull up
I I I'm so fucked up off of drugs
And I'm still getting paid like
Get paid, that's right
P-P-Pocket getting fatter
Need a bag and my wrist iced
Yeah, could need my bitch and a blunt
Hit 'em same time ma-Ma-Man, I'm up next
I heard it through the grapevine

Yeah, I sleep good at night
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy
Yeah, I get too lit
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks
Y-Y yeah, your flow's too sloppy
Man are too sick, too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly

Yeah, I did this whole song
While high as fuck