Stoned Lyrics

Stoned Lyrics

(Intro)

(Chuuwee)

See, that's why I don't like having two blunts in rotation
When its only a couple niggas smokin'

(Trizz)

Well nah nigga, if you just keep....remembering who to
Pass it too, it shouldn't be a problem. You know what
I'm sayin?

(Chuuwee)

Aye, go this way bruh, aye go this way...

(Trizz)

Ahhh f**k

(Chuuwee)

Sharpest niggas since razor blades and chainsaws
If the dome great, I'd love to pick at her bread more
Marijuana the medicine, keep the flame warm
Smokin' L's in the booth is what I sustain for

(Trizz)

I've used words, you've never heard before
Bad words with adverbs, let my brain restore
f**k yo pretty punchlines and them lame metaphores
These niggas, ain't sayin' nothin'
They just tryna record, I'm bored

(Chuuwee)

Ain't a stain on me even if it's seven days worn
Vans on and if I had'em, nigga my J's torn
I straight sworn to f**k b**ches when they swarm
B's in the trap, blowin' bomb like napalm

(Trizz)

My spit is venomous, mentally f**kin' intricate
Sick as sh*t, I be rippin' sh*t, niggas ain't
Comprehending this. Typical nigga written sh*t
How much money they gettin' and how much pussy
They hittin' you gotta f**kin' be kidding me

Chuuwee

The aesthetic of still driving with a straight warrant
I swear that they don't want it, still pull up skateboarding
That nigga Chuuwee just surf by like wake boarding
How I'm not the best like, how could a nigga hate Jordan

(Trizz)

f**k a nigga wearing J's, these Taylors fit fine
Don't get it twisted, I ain't broke, sh*t I be gettin'
Mine. Nigga I keep it real, I'd rather die than live a
Lie. I live alive, alive I live, until I die, I'm gettin by

(Chuuwee)

The most blunted, most niggas do much frontin'
I'm buck chasin' and duck huntin' to f**k somethin'
Or f**k up sh*t nigga we came to break somethin'
Yo face, yo car windows or in yo place youngin'

(Trizz)

In yo face youngin' all up in yo face thuggin'
Where them duckets? Niggas gotta eat

(Chuuwee)

f**k modesty apologies I see the chance to make
Some calm comradery, I pass, ain't gone be
No lazy ass nigga stoppin' me. Wall street
Stock market poppin' off properly. Mach Speed
Yahts b**ch I reach for the impossibly

(Trizz)

Impossibly possibly I probably deep as Sacrates
When I was cuttin' up bodies, sh*t became a commodity
Forgot I had some Nas in me, niggas forgot the Pac in me
Walk the streets of Compton with shockingly no K-Dot in me

(Chuuwee)

If she don't drink sake she can't rock with me
If she ain't smokin' no tweeds get out the cock pit
Please, please, please, peace, peace, peace
Be easy for that mili meezy, speak, speak, speak
She cheated on her nigga for three weeks, she creap
She talk about yo business in the street, she weak
Don't talk a lot of business to these freaks
The freaks speak, be tellin' all yo enemies
Yo street, peach street

(Trizz)

Drink Drink Drink b**ch Drink
Lay on the bed and let me sink my dick
Into you patite, tight squeeze between them cheeks
We ease between them sheets, we hittin' sexual peaks
Sensation is so unique

(Chuuwee)

They value the rhyme spit, like diamond Sierra Le
You nigga's ain't scaring me, you apparently Sarah Lee
I put you in therapy, I ain't stingy to share the heat
There's no comparing to me, these niggas is incomplete

(Chuuwee & Trizz)

I get high, I get high
And get off, and get off

My sh*t ride, my sh*t ride
My sh*t raw, my sh*t raw

I get high, I get high
And get off, and get off

I get high, I get high
And get off, and get off

I get high, I get high
And get off, and get off

My sh*t ride, my sh*t ride
My sh*t raw, my sh*t raw

I get high, I get high
And get off, and get off

I get high, I get high
And get off, and get off

Nigga.....