Let’s Get f*cked Up lyrics

(*talking*)
Well alright now, we getting f*cked up
In this motherf*cker, with the Screwed Up Click
And this is what, we want y'all to do
Light it up, roll it up
Throwed as a dyke n*gga, smoke it up
If you gonna drank n*gga, po' it up
Man I'm feeling good, let's get f*cked up

[Lil' O]
I'm fresh off, probation
So I bought me, some inhalation
To celebrate this, pimp occasion
It's going down, no time for waiting
Call the drank man, bring me a pint
And I don't even drink drink, but I'm drinking tonight
Went straight to the sto' and I bought me a Sprite
Told the chink ring me up, I need plenty of ice
It's time to get f*cked up, and I ain't playing
Got my cigarillo white up, know I'm saying
No plex, we just straight parlaying
It's a gangsta party it's on me, so nobody's paying
So smoke and choke, drink what you want
But don't be no roach n*gga, pass the blunt
Got the Belve' and the Cris', if that's what you want
Man you ain't got to front, enjoy yourself
[Hook]
Light it up, roll it up
Throwed as a dyke, n*gga smoke it up
If you gonna drink, n*gga po' it up
Man I'm feeling good, let's get f*cked up
(f*cked up) f*cked up, (f*cked up) f*cked up
Man let's get f*cked up, (f*cked up)
f*cked up (f*cked up), f*cked up

[H.A.W.K.]
Man I'm feeling good, just left the hood
And smoked some good, now the point is understood
Light it up, roll it up
I'm getting f*cked up, in my pick-up truck
Like the big bad wolf, I'll huff and puff
And huff and puff, till my lungs about to bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I follow it up, with a cup of purple stuff
And ooh-wee, I'm on a P-I-N-T
L-E-A-N-I-N-G
The blunt is lit, I'm smoking like a barbecue pit
And aw sh*t, here come that roaching b*tch
(how can I hit the weed), b*tch please
This that good sh*t, that grow on trees
No sticks no seeds, so I had to trip
What you got on the weed, she said (my lips) I let her hit
[Hook]

[Big Pokey]
I'm feeling dizzy right now, my buzz just snuck up
I'm trying to get like the economy, f*cked up
I stay doped up, like everyday
On this seedless weed, and the Grand Mane
I don't play, gotta do what the song say
Kick back, and grab my weed tray
Ay, I gotta twist some'ing up
This the City of Syrup, I gotta mix some'ing up
I stay fixed up, cause I love the feeling
Get high, like the cost of living when I'm chilling
Three wheeling, when I raise it up
Layed back parlaying, when I blaze it up
Don't make me, purple haze it up
I'm bout to leave the boat with a fo', and a cajun sl*t
It's really all gravy brah, on the real
Willo, let em know the deal

[Hook]

(*talking*)
Are y'all f*cked up (yeah), well alright now
On the count of three, I want y'all to repeat after me
One, two, three...
[Dannie Marie]
Light it up, roll it up
Don't hesitate, n*gga smoke it up
If you got the drank, n*gga po' it up
Man I'm feeling good, let's get f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked up
Man let's get f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up