We Drink, We Smoke (feat. Big KRIT & Yelawolf)

[Hook:]

We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke

We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke

We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke

You can smell it on my breath

You can smell it on my clothes that we

We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke

We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke

We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke

You can smell it on my breath

You can smell it on my clothes

[Verse 1:]

Catch me rolling up some medical

This shit here look like vegetables

I'm on that gas, I call it Texaco

I'm on that Cally not that Mexico

17 in the clip, I got that plexico

Roll a blunt while I'm driving, professional

I'm so high, I think I'm extraterrestrial

Huh, and your bitch is highly accessible, shit

She seen my busting down the swisher sweet, ha

With more chains on that Mr. T

She came here ask me, can she hit the tree

But I notice that she came with a clique of freaks

She say she 24 just enrolled in grad school

I told her roll up, she said I'd be more than glad to

She's on my cashews so I poured her a cup

Then she asked, "can my girls have a glass too?, because"

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

I'm high up, light up,

And I've been that way since I poured that four

Roll it up and let me smoke that dojo

Even though I don't smoke no more

Grip the wheel while I sway them bows, sky scraping on 24

Reserved the feeling and bring it back some more

Can't feel my head but my eyes are low

Gotta get to cloud nine

I got a couple more miles to go

They hit the weed outside,

I never smelled this loud before

Got a bitch that love to suck and fuck

When she take shots she done head too

With 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 of them thangs

She get hella loud we she dance

Plus my neighbours always complain, cause I'm never sober

Pissing on the curb when I'm over

Could wait but the yard is just closer

And shit, I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn

They holler at the window, "are you thrown?"

Oh I said, "yes I am!" cause

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Mix it up with some hydro chrome

And I'm off to the O zone

For the way, I'm gonna pack no dough

With a sack of old clothes get my bo boat on

Get the fuck out the dodge in my charger

But I don't need no phone, cause I can't call it

But I might need a cab to call home, cause I'm an alcoholic

Lick, lick, lick the stamp and send it

The address is college, 6, 6, 6, 6, with a kiss and the envelope and mail it

Have I been drinking tonight? well can't you smell it?

I drown myself in whiskey like a fish I try to inhale it

Don't need no p90x to get a 6 pack up on my stomach

It's a goal of mine to hit the goal line

But it's a subtle line until I vomit

Make you party like a white boy, wake up and regret it

Then relive it like you didn't do it,

The night before like you never said it

Motherfucker, Yellow Wolf never off his mojo

So you better put down that brandy, like you better off with no logo

Radio's under a tree, that shady good music

Now put your straw with your cup and get fucked up in some just do it

Or just straight off a glass bottle that's how troops do it

Got your bitches bitch on this shit, two scoops of fruit and nuggets

And your hundred proof fluid, soaked in lsd, chew it

Now you want more, minus two of the three Stooges

We drank, we smoke, it's me stupid!

[Hook]