[Chorus]
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these players gettin' fried
[Verse 1: Lil Polk]
Nigga it's that indo smoke that makes me choke
Lil Polk is in the house [?] smokin' weed
And I'ma smoke it 'til I get broke
That Buddha sess I smoke heat hits my chest it ain't no joke
And nigga I keep chokin' and chokin' 'til the early dawn
Smoke that weed my niggas needy keep it dirty [?]
Gettin' fries late and high Project Born until I die
If you down with hard luck then throw your hands up to the sky
And watch this nigga raise up and hit it like a real nigga
Get so fuckin' high I can't tell you how I feel, nigga
Thought you knew, [?] puffin' keep on puffin'
The chronic got me chokin' take a hit you think I'm bluffin'
The Project B-O-R-N [?] nigga keeps you high
Blew back down on your ass and we steady gettin' fried
[Chorus]
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
[Verse 2: Frank Nitty]
I'm gettin' fried, I'm gettin' high but never froze
I'm blowin' the indo makin' that smoke come out my nose (Nigga)
The demon look away from me, I blow fuckin' hoes
[?] but never see me duckin' hoes
Blunts for kush with more [?] I get more [?] smokin' that tree
I always get a nigga what he wants, gettin' fried
Gettin' fried high 'til you die, nigga
I keep on gettin' fried, why, 'cause I'm a fly nigga
[?] love smokin' buds flippin' [?]
I get so high I think [?]
Project mob blaze up, real niggas raise up
[?]
Swisher Sweet, [?] nigga I ain't tryna play and Mr. Nitty gettin' high
[?]
Fried up, they can get my fro cut
Callin' on my bitch so I can get a ho nut
Smokin' up, smokin' up, niggas keep on lokin' up
Playa hatas [?] off the indo that I'm chokin' up
Project Born is in effect, tell me why you niggas [?]
[?] from the PJB, nigga, we gettin' fried
[Chorus]
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
[Verse 3: Half Pint]
Don't pass me no [?] bud, give me what I need, nigga
I'm talkin' bout buyin' weed, nigga
And I'm gon' smoke 'til my eyes closed
Or 'til I can't smoke no mo', because that indo got me paranoid
I'm young and black, plus I'm unemployed
I ride around with my vision blurred
Busta, I thought you heard, but I got a drop on the twenty-third
I know you bastards wanna see us fall
Motherfuck a downfull, playa hatin' niggas, fuck all of y'all
It's B-O-R-N 'til the day I die, can't live my shit up in a lie
Depression got me fucked so I'm smokin' fry
Now two wrongs don't make a right, so bust a left
As I empty this Swisher Sweet [?] bud up in my chest
Biatch, and that's how the story goes
'Cause nobody knows what goes in the nose when the do's closed
So [?] you up against
If this shit don't make no dollars, then nigga you know it don't make sense
And now I gotta blaze for the homies that died
Right back indo ass nigga and best believe I'm gettin' high
[Chorus]
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these players gettin' fried
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these players gettin' fried
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these players gettin' fried
[Outro]
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these real [?] motherfuckers gettin' fried
"Nine five, that new edition"
