SMOKE UP - BVDLVD

Pull up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Man, I get too lit, a’ight

What?

Hold up, yeah, yeah

Mattu put me on

Man, I get bare noddy

Man, I get bare lit, lit, lit

Smoke up the bongy (Pull up)

Smoke up the bongy

Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)

Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that’s head)

Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)

Smoke up, smoke up the bongy

A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)

Y-Y-Yeah, your flow’s too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)

Man are too sick (Sick), too sick

Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah, y-yeah)

A-A-A-And if I wanna plug my guy (Plu-Plug)

He shouldn’t get pissed if I charge him

And if it w-And if it was a gam of size (Oh, God)

Soon you’d come to realis your plans got shafted

T-T-Take piss and your face get clarted

Me and my bitch in the Wraith, get blasted, man

I-I-I'm so high, I got planted

This that new BVDLVD shit

I tel-tel-tel-tell a man I’ll bill it, I bill it but I can’t bill it

Because it takes me actually fourty minutes

That’s a minimum, you can fuck off your opinion

I’m sick of the, sick of the, sick of the, sick of the, sick of 'em

Ah, man ain’t no civilian

PUNK!'s about to hit the fifth M, five million

Uh, so, who’s sleeping good, now?

Yeah

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)

Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that’s head)

Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)

Smoke up, smoke up the bongy

A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)

Y-Y-Yeah, your flow’s too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)

Man are too sick (Sick), too sick

Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah)

Yeah, I sleep good at night

And I get bare noddy

Yeah, I get too lit

Smoke up, smoke up the bongy

All you man just pricks

Yeah, your flow’s too sloppy

Man are too sick, too sick

Yeah, man, I move godly

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch (Yeah)

Y-Y-Yeah, yeah, w-w-w-w-what you smoking, G?

(What you smoking?)

Is it loud-loud or you just gassing me?

I-I-I buss a Maggie from the bossman, £3.50

I’m a 3/5 away from a tragedy

I actually got the whole scene mad at me

That’s a BODLOD with a hot bod, badder B

Factually, I got lots for my family

And if you chatting shit, I got the mandem like the cavalry

Smoke up, smoke up

Y-Y-You could get fucked with a pole aiming straight at your head like

Pull up, pull up

I-I-I'm so fucked up off of drugs and I’m still getting paid like

Get paid, that’s right

P-P-Pocket getting fatter, need a bag and my wrist iced

Yeah, could need my bitch and a blunt, hit 'em same time

Ma-Ma-Man, I’m up next, I heard it through the grapevine

Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)

Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that’s head)

Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)

Smoke up, smoke up the bongy

A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)

Y-Y-Yeah, your flow’s too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)

Man are too sick (Sick), too sick

Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah, y-yeah)

Yeah, I did this whole song while high as fuck