Lyrics

[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"