[Chorus: Lil Bay, Mad Maine & Nigga Creep]
Choke, choke, choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke
Nigga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Nigga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Westhaven on that dope, Westhaven on that dope
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke
Choke and choke, choke and blow that shit back down my nose
[Verse 1: Lethal Villain]
It's a sack of that weed that I need to make my day so lovely
A bottle of bubbly, a bitch to suck these
Nuts, as I puff, up on the reefer
The shit that I chief up, a nigga must keep up
Hit back of that shit I can't quit 'cause I'm addicted
Suck weed and lick it, pass the lighter and flick it
To the cess, oh yes, you can bet I smoke that pure dope
Niggas who smokin' know what it do it ain't no secret hoe
I got five on this bag so trick what's up
It's ten in the mornin' bitch I'm ready to get fucked up
Fill my cup with the tanque and a lime twist
Take a seat, buddy if you can't hang at the door, bitch
'Cause we do it like great below my city
Smokin' pure in the mornin' till the cow jump the moon, G
It ain't a day, a day I ain't gone smoke my weed
It's just a habit, I gotta have it
To smoke one with me, LV, that nigga who smoke that cess tree
And keep my dick hard drinkin' that redberry
A real ass nigga who smoke that hay to keep my day flowin'
I just keep blowin' and blowin' my eyes show it
[Bridge]
Chiefed out, chiefed out, chiefed out, chiefed out, chiefed out
Chiefed out, chiefed out, chiefed out, everyday
[Verse 2: Gangsta Gold]
Smokin' on a blunt, as we ride in that Buick thang
Clouded up-uh gettin' buck-uh, bitch you know it's on mane
Niggas ridin' clean, as they stopped at the red light-uh
We look meaner, you jump wrong-uh, may I take yo fuckin' life
I'm packin' with a .25, just to make a bitch cry
And ridin' with a .44 in case I want a nigga to die
Smokin' on the herb have you heard, nigga don't doubt me
Chiefin' with my roadie, bring no extras I won't miss you out-uh
Lips kind of wet-uh that's no problem I don't give a fuck-uh
Best to bring yo own weed I bet you'll be shit out of luck
I blow a sack, any time, any place, I don't care
Smoke my junt is what you want you betta careful with my share
B-U-D stay on my mind, 'cause I like to smoke a junt
I ain't scared nigga I walk around and blow yo fuckin' blunt
Stayin' smoked out, so a nigga better step aside
Itty, bitty, shitty, whats's up, thank you time for drive-by
Nonchalant niggas try to be the fuckin' hard type
Cross my ground, bitch, and watch yo ass blow up like dynamite
I get so high, stay so high, 'cause I am up in it with it
Chokin' off the gun that I got you know that death'll take it
Busters with that smoke it out, hog it out, ain't no joke
Give me some, bitch-uh I ain't fallin' for that okey-doke
Flat foot smokin' on some shit, blowin' bud in the wind
I'm Gangsta Gold checkin' out and MC Money checkin' in
[Verse 3: MC Money]
Down to get my serve on, when I'm firin' up that shit
And if you got that weed, hoe, bring it on and smoke it bitch
'Cause it just got to the point where I'm just crunk off that fuckin' dope
Junts after junts, I just smoke, and smoke and smoke
Hittin' on that shit has got me paranoid, can't you tell
Chronic or hit the onion, see, I just wanna be high as hell
'Cause I'm the type of bitch that always try to get a little puff
Come around with weed and I'll be damned if I don't smoke it up
Chiefin' on a blunt, as we beg for a shotgun
Fuck all that sharin', ho, so bitch you bring your own one
Drop it off, drop it off, 'cause the weed has got me buck
Another sack, another TEC, but, bitch, I don't give a fuck
Smoked out, everyday, as my mind go insane
I'm MC Money and you know the weed is what I'm chiefin', mane
I'm high off that weed, a nigga blowin' up another sack
Fuck snortin' cane, bitch, and just roll a fat mack
[Chorus: Lil Bay, Mad Maine & Nigga Creep]
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Nigga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Nigga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Mouth dry, eyes tight, Westhaven on that dope
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and—
Nigga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
Choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke
Choke and choke, choke and blow that shit back down my nose
Mouth-mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Nigga, better put that straight shooter down and—
Nigga, better put that straight shooter down and—
Nigga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven
Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven
Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven
Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven
Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven, Westhaven
