Tekster: Birdman. The Smoke Out.

What's up chop, what's happenin' wit ya baby
*** how you feel comin' out that project ***
To these E-States and floatin' on these million dollar yahts
Smokin' these thousand dollar Marlboro's

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn
Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin'
You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn
Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin'

We got *** in the mornin', *** for the homies
*** in the back of the Coupe I been smokin' my ***
I went from G's and thieves ***
We blowin' the *** my ***, f***** wit freaks ***

I'm in that Bentley Coupe n****
From shine on video to six foot shorty too my n****
And yeah, we headed up town n****
Blow after pound my n*****, puttin' it down my n****

And yeah, ridin' big is my crown n****
Holdin' my rounds my n****, holdin' my town my n***
To be the boss that I be n****
And smoke *** everyday of the week n****

On Stunna Island n**** f***** with them G n*****
We gettin' money everyday of the week n****
It's fast money n****, Cash Money made me
We blow that purple everyday in my city streets

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn
Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin'
You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn
Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin'

I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there
Sand in my toes, feel the breeze in my hair
In the two piece Chenell, shades and the surround
Chenell beach bags where I keep the *** stash

And I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
Motha****** this is Cash Money you know what the life like
You smoke what you can, we smoke what we want
It's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk

The higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white Russian
Get it by the block, it ain't open for discussion
I ain't touchin' and puffin', nothin' give me a charge
I'm float with the cloud above mingle with the stars

Blow Dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars
They say you need a ship but *** get there in they cars
Uh, we smoke out till we choke out
I'm clearin' my throat and I'm at it again my *** no doubt

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn
Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin'
You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn
Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin'

I took a half a block, gettin' my ice box for freshness
Got half the block complainin' how loud the stench is
Pewhhe pimpin' la pew, purple or blue, white widow
'Cause after a few hits ya through

Can't get no realer then 6 Shot baby
Hot like a smokin' tree baby you think I'm crazy
Keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
Puffin' on Bob Marley the sticky ick, no seeds and sticks

Gotta love it 'bout the size of ya finger
Get a light *** this one's a banger *** right
Got that light green, red, orange, yellow
Got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap

You ever ask a *** 'bout me
But them *** know Shot blows guns 7 days a week
Huh, picture I'm an O.G.
From a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn
Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin'
You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn
Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin'

Roll it up
Roll it up
Roll it up
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