Smokin' 40's

Smokin' on the weed and
Sippin' on them 40's
Swing for the fences
That's how I get naughty
Sippin' on the weed and
Smokin' on them 40's
Swing for the fences
That's how I get started

I smoked two joints
I burned them down to roach
I drink more Beam
Yes more than most
And I started pukin'
From a three-foot-bong
The room started spinning
I couldn't stand for long
said

Creep and crawl
Through the dark hall
Hands in front of me
'Cause I couldn't see the wall
Pick it up
Creep and crawl
Through the dark hall
Hands in front of me
'Cause I couldn't see the wall
Hit

Smokin' on the weed and
Sippin' on them 40's
Swing for the fences
That's how I get naughty
Sippin' on the weed and
Smokin' on them 40's
Swing for the fences
That's how I like to party

I talk to my brother
Yes he knows what's up
He's spent a life of violence
Selling coke so corrupt
Hook it uptown
Yes I better drink it up
Trying to find a line
Between life and love
I got a Twenty in my wallet
And my headphones on
My backpack is packed
And I said "peace" to Mom
It's over when it's over
But it won't be gone for long
The rougher the road
The better the song
Sing

Smokin' on the weed and
Sippin' on them 40's



Credits
Writer(s): Dana Oviedo, Justin Whitney, Kyle Halligan, Wyatt Trigg
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