My Smokin' Song

This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on?
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot?
So hot your brain about to fry

This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on?
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot?
So hot your brain about to fry

Check it out, I roll with Swisher Sweets
And all day long I'm down to smoke
When it comes to chiefin' dope
It's got to be dro to make me choke
What's the word up on the low

I'ma let you know soon as I hear
That dro gon' take a few hours
But I got hook-ups on that pure
What you want player, what you need
Comes to you no stems or seeds

Twist it up just as quickly as you get it and you will see
Swisher Sweets and greenery
Gon' leave you floatin' like the sea
Caribbean Islands where I find them dope dealers supplyin' me
I got no time for yo' bullshit
When you say you ain't got my goods
Check yo' references and find out I'm reliable in the hood
Give me bab I wish you would

You'll see just how Lil Wyte work
Say you pushin' thunder chicken
Bag it up, let's watch it twerk
If it's some dirt, then you'll get no cheese in return when I come back
The only reason I do that is to get a refund on my stack
But if it's fire I'm comin' back to get some mo' and that's a fact
Best believe it's got to be goody, goody green
That's where it's at

This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on?
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot?
So hot your brain about to fry

This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on?
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot?
So hot your brain about to fry

So you got a quarter key of some that California chronic
If it's fire, I'm jumpin' on it
And if it ain't, I'm bouncin' off it
It ain't no profit comin' back
A big ol' bag of Bobby Brown

Soon as I get that shit, I'm Frayser bound
And down to smoke a pound
I never frown, as long as that Mary Jane is all up in my system
Too bad you miss them what
Them six blunt that we turned to victims

It's on again
Like you got a two liter coke and a fifth of Hen
Steppin' in everywhere you go, fallin' down
'Cause you ten seats in the wind
Throwin' up nothing, but liqueur and bud

Slow ya roll dawg, you to fuck up
You gon' end up like the rest of them fools
Face down in the flo' 'cause you got to buck
I got some problems just like you do too
But there's always tomorrow

Will mo' solve 'em
Pass me the blunt, I'm getting tired of hitting on this bottle
It's almost over for me and you
My ass about to pass out
One mo' thing before I go

Never mind, just put that fuckin' dope out
I'm smoked out
And there ain't no way I'm gone keep on a going
I should have been in bed a long time ago
I know it

This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on?
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot?
So hot your brain about to fry

This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on?
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot?
So hot your brain about to fry