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