Lil Wayne, Lil Mouse - Get Smoked lyrics

09, we tote my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows
So please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked

I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin'
Keep that fucking red bandana: Hulk Hogan
I'm cuttin' up like scissors
Coming down hard like blizzards
I'm gettin head while givin' head
That's a head-on collision
I'm on a pain pill, I keep this shit trill
These niggas ain't for real
Like a fire drill
Yo ho on my back like a fuckin' fifth wheel
That bitch make her pussy open
And close like fish gils
I put all my niggas on


But some of those niggas gone
Them niggas callin' my phone, leave me alone
I'm lightin' up that strong
Then pass it to my bro
Numbers don't lie: except 5-0
Different colored TruckFit shirts
You niggas put on yo skirts
If I die off these percs
Put a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts
I'm high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work, we Rob, like Bert
Yeeeeaaaaaah Niggaaaa!

09, we tote my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows
So please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
09, we tote my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows
So please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked

Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them
Then you gone meet them
My niggas rollin 4-seata that bitch going
She a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad move burbons
Young nigga on freeband
30 clip and them hollow tips make
Him do the running man
That Glock 40 I’m thumpin man
I'm rolling with my hitters
I'll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella bands, hella bands
Hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands
In the club doing the money dance
Hella bands, hella bands
Hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands
In the club doing the money dance
Niggas talking shit in the club
He better watch his self
Melly got the 30 on his hip
He gone need some help
I'm a gangster, nigga
And I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol to his melon
(and what else?) it ain't
Gone be nothing left

09, we tote my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows
So please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
09, we tote my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows
So please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked

Running round with my gangstas
Running up on these yellow hoes
Everybody wanna fuck my bitch
Her pussy lips like heaven doors
It's pussy, money, and kush
Skateboards and shroom
These niggas think they the shit
These niggas perfume
Hollygrove, so Hollygrove
All I know is Hollygrove
I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed
We don't cut the coke, that's Diet Coke
These niggas broke, I'm paid in full
Blood gang, Red Bull
My tongue like a surfboard
And her pussy like a wave pool tunechi

09, we tote my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows
So please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
09, we tote my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows
So please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds
And you fuck around and get smoked