Get Smoked lyrics

by

Jeezy


[Chorus: Lil Mouse]
09, we tote; my n*ggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm rollin', all my n*ggas rollin'
Keep that f*cking red bandana: Hulk Hogan
I'm cuttin' up like scissors, coming down hard like blizzards
I'm gettin head while givin' head, that's a head-on collision
I'm on a pain pill, I keep this sh*t trill
These n*ggas ain't for real, like a fire drill
Yo ho on my back like a f*ckin' fifth wheel
That b*tch make her pus*y open and close like fish gils
I put all my n*ggas on, but some of those n*ggas gone
Them n*ggas 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 colored TruckFit shirts, you n*ggas put on yo skirts
If I die off these percs, put a bad b*tch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts, I'm high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work, we Rob, like Bert
Yeeeeaaaaaaaah n*ggaaaa!

[Chorus: Lil Mouse]
09, we tote; my n*ggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
09, we tote; my n*ggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
[Verse 2: Lil Mouse]
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
My n*ggas rollin 4-seata; that b*tch going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad move burbons, young n*gga on freeband
.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
That Glock 40 I’m thumpin man; 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
n*ggas talking sh*t in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I'm a gangster, n*gga, and I could do this sh*t my f*cking self
Pistol to his melon; (and what else?) it ain't gone be nothing left

[Chorus: Lil Mouse]
09, we tote; my n*ggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
09, we tote; my n*ggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Running round with my gangstas, running up on these yellow hoes
Everybody wanna f*ck my b*tch, her pus*y lips like heaven doors
It's pus*y, money, and kush, skateboards and shroom
These n*ggas think they the sh*t, these n*ggas 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 n*ggas broke, I'm paid in full
Blood gang, Red Bull
My tongue like a surfboard, and her pus*y like a wave pool
Tunechi

[Chorus: Lil Mouse]
09, we tote; my n*ggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
09, we tote; my n*ggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
f*ck around with them f*ck-arounds, and you f*ck around and get smoked
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