Get Smoked

[Lil Mouse]

09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked



[Lil Wayne]

Uh.

I'm rollin, all my niggas rollin,

Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan

I'm cuttin up like scissors

Comin down hard like blizzards

I'm getting head while giving head that's a head on collision

I'm on a pain pill

I keep this shit trill

These niggas ain't forreal, Like a fire drill

Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel

That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills

I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone

Them niggas callin my phone, leave me alone

I'm lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro

Numbers don't lie, except 5-0

Different color Trukfit shirts

You niggas pull down your skirts

If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse

My hoes lift up they shirts, I'm high as Captain Kirk

If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke.

Ugh



[Hook (x2)]

09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked



[Lil Mouse]

Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him

If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them

My niggas rollin for for features; that bitch going, she a eater

She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater

Hit squad?, yea nigga

.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man

Glock 40 I'm tuckin it; I'm rolling with my hitters

I'll send my hitters out to go get you

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance

Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self

Melly got the.30 on his hip, he gone need some help

I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self

Pistol hit his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left



[Hook (x2)]

09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked



[Lil Wayne]

Runnin around with my gangstas, Runnin up in these yellow hoes

Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors

It's pussy, money, and kush,

Skateboards and shrooms

These niggas think they the shit,

These niggas perfume

Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove

I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed

We don't cut the coke, that's diet coke

These niggas broke, I'm paid in full

Blood gang, Red Bull

My tounge is like a surf board, and her pussy is like a wave pool

Tunechi!



[Hook (x2)]