My smokin' song

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

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 hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry

[Lil' Wyte]

Check it out I roll with Swisher Sweets

And all day long I'm down to smoke

When it comes to chiefin' dope

Its got to be dro to make me choke

What's the word up on the low

I'm a let you know soon as I hear

That dro gone 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 greenary

Gone leave you floatin' like the sea

Carribean Islands where I find them dope dealers supplin' 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 twurk

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 its fire I'm comin' back

To get some mo and that's a fact

Bet's the believe it's got to be goody goody green

That's where it's at

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

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 hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry

[Lil' Wyte]

So you got a quarter key of some that California chronic

If its 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 ole bag of Bobby Brown

Soon as 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

Its 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 nothin' but liquer and bud

Slow ya roll dog you to fuck up

You gone 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 tommorrow

Will mo solve em'

Pass me the blunt I'm gettin tired of hittin 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 of been in bed a long time ago

I know it

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

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 hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry