Stoned

Lyrics

[Intro: Chuuwee, Trizz] See, that's why I don't like having two blunts in rotation While its only a couple niggas smokin' Well, nah, nigga, if you just keep... Remembering who to pass it to It shouldn't be a problem You know what I'm sayin'? Aye, it go this way bruh, ay, it go this way! Ah, fuck [Verse 1: Chuuwee] Sharpest niggas since razor blades and chainsaws If the dome great, I'd love to pick at her brain more Marijuana the medicine, keep the flame warm Smokin' Ls in the booth is what I sustain for [Verse 2: Trizz] I've used words you've never heard before Bad words with adverbs, let my brain restore Fuck yo pretty punchlines and them lame metaphores These niggas ain't sayin' nothin' They just tryna record, I'm bored [Verse 3: Chuuwee] Ain't a stain on me even if it's seven days worn Vans on and if I had 'em, nigga, my Js torn I straight sworn to fuck bitches when they swarm Bs in the trap, blowin' bomb like napalm [Verse 4: Trizz, with Chuuwee] My spit is venomous, mentally fuckin' intricate Sick as shit, I be rippin' shit, niggas ain't comprehending this Typical nigga written shit How much money they gettin'? And how much pussy they hittin' You gotta fuckin' be kidding me [Verse 5: 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-boardin' How I'm not the best like, how could a nigga hate Jordan [Verse 6: Trizz] Fuck a nigga wearing Js, these Taylors fit fine Don't get it twisted, I ain't broke, shit 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 [Verse 7: Chuuwee, Trizz, Both] The most blunted, most niggas do much frontin' I'm buck chasin' and duck huntin' to fuck somethin' Or fuck up shit, nigga, we came to break somethin' Yo face, yo car windows, or in yo place, youngin' In yo place, youngin' all up in yo face thuggin' Where them duckets? Niggas gotta eat Fuck modesty apologies, I see the chance to make some comradery I pass, ain't gone be no lazy ass nigga stoppin' me Wall Street stock market poppin' off properly Mach speed yachts, bitch, I reach for the impossibly [Verse 8: Trizz] Impossibly possibly, I'm probably deep as Socrates When I was cuttin' up bodies, shit became a commodity Forgot I had some Nas in me, niggas forgot the Pac in me Walked the streets of Compton with shockingly no K-Dot in me [Verse 9: Chuuwee, Trizz, Both] If she don't drink sake, she can't rock with me If she ain't smokin' no tweed, 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 creep She talk about yo' business in the streets, she weak Don't talk a lot of business to these freaks The freaks speak, be tellin' all yo enemies Yo street, Peach Street Drink, drink, drink, bitch, drink! Lay on the bed and let me sink My dick into yo' petite Tight squeeze between them cheeks We ease between them sheets We hittin' sexual peaks Sensation is so unique [Verse 10: Chuuwee] They value the rhyme spit, like diamonds Sierra Le' You niggas ain't scarin' 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 [Outro: Chuuwee, Trizz] I get high, I get high And get off, and get off My shit ride, my shit ride My shit raw, my shit 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 My shit ride, my shit ride My shit raw, my shit 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!