smokin & drinkin

check

a-trak

what up?

drop a deuce in that soda

tell your ho to come over

coming straight out that motor

sipping oil never sober

bring backwoods of that og

we smoking them back-to-back

molly looking like sugar

so you know that i'm dipping it

see my jeans by the stack

and my shoes cost 'bout half of that

let's not talk 'bout the shirt

she can't even pronounce that

ghetto nigga on high end

my theory is low end

my tribe on a quest

put that money in motion

so bitch

we smoking and drink

drinking and smoke

my ho got tats on her face

sell me them cookies from oakland

but not the kind that you eat

stuff it in swisher sweets

and we smoke blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt

i don't know what y'all be thinking

spaced-out

rolling up that stinky

big big blunts the size of pinkies

pour one out

we still be leaning

i don't know what y'all be thinking

smoking

drinking

drinking

smoking

in that order

we slow motion

'til it's over

never stop

smoking and drink

drinking and smoke

we be smoking and drink

drinking and smoke

gotta get away

to escape

i smoke this kush to the face

gotta get away

get away

i think i need the brain

please oh lord

oh lord

i need your help again

took too many pills

and i think i hear my heart beating

taking over those chances

honey backwoods stuffed with that grammy

my ho blowing on that potter

mixing liquor with them xannies

stress party

get away

hope that these problems just go away

right there in my face

i ignore it every day