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