Smoke Out lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: Birdman]
What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)
n*gga how you feel comin'out that project n*gga
To these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts
Smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's

[Chorus: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed n*gga let it burn
Bust then burn n*gga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin
Roll it up I'm chokin

[Verse 1: Birdman]
We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies
Weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my n*gga
I went from G's and thieves n*gga
We blowin the weed my n*gga-f*ckin wit freaks n*gga (hot boys)
I'm in that Bentley Coupe n*gga
From Shine On video to six foot shorty too my n*gga
And yeah we headed up town n*gga
Blow after pound my n*ggas puttin it down n*gga
And yeah ridin big is my crown n*gga
Holdin my rounds n*gga-holdin my town my n*gga (believe that)
To be the boss that I be n*gga
And smoke weed everyday of the week n*gga
On Stunna Island n*gga f*ckin with them G n*ggas
We gettin money everyday of the week n*gga
It's fast money n*gga-Cash Money made me
We blow that purple everyday in my city streets
[Chorus: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed n*gga let it burn
Bust then burn n*gga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin
Roll it up I'm chokin

[Verse 2: Ta]
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 (??)
Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash
And I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
Mothaf*cker 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 and then go with the stars
Blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars
They say you need a ship but n*ggas get there in they cars
Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out
I'm clearin my throat and I'm at it again my n*gga no doubt

[Chorus: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed n*gga let it burn
Bust then burn n*gga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin
Roll it up I'm chokin
[Verse 3: 6 Shot]
I keep a half a block, in my ice box for freshness
Then half the block complainin how loud the stench is
P-U! Pepé-le-pew…purple or blue…White Widow…
Cause after a few hits ya through!
Can't get no realer than 6 Shot baby
Hot like a smokin 380, paper crazy!
Keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
Puffin on Bob Marley…sticky ick-no seeds and sticks
Gotta love it bout the size of ya finger
Get a light n*gga this one's a banger f*ckin right
Got that light green, red, orange, yellow
Got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
You ever ask a n*gga bout me
Cause them hoes know Shot blows good 7 days a week
b*tch I'm an O.G
From a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki

[Chorus: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed n*gga let it burn
Bust then burn n*gga wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin
Roll it up I'm chokin
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