Smoke A Sack - Lil Sko

Work a deck

Smoke a fat

Kick back like I’m Fat Mac (x6)

Riding in a Chevy with the Buick hubcaps

Rolling up some blunts

With the A/C on full max

Stopped at the corner store

To get a pint of gin and juice

Got a book on 1.5s

And a 12 pack of poof

Now we scoping,'

And now we hoping

We see some females

Cause I can spit so much game

To hit your mama tail

So peace

Chief

And let them foot stamps stack

So kick back, relax

And drink a yack

And smoke a sack

(Mr. Nigga)

Mr. Niggas on the motherfucking track

I’m smoking a blunt

A half a ounce

A fifth of yack

A/C blowing

I’m scoping for the hoe’s

Triple motion on my Chevy go boom

With the fucking poles

This shit is fire

You see I’m high

I can’t deny

Oh my, oh my

Oh why, oh why

Should I be like this

I campaign and I relax

But that’s the why it its

I drink a yack and smoke a sack

I’m taking my chances

By making chiefs on the cut

You know to see motherfucker

Peep bitch you know what’s up

I guess that life ain’t really nothing but a gamble

So don’t get yourself in something that yo ass can’t handle

Cause I’m make a living with my millimeter Glock

And you need to watch your back when you coming to my block

So I’m gonna leave at that

While my pockets getting fat

Kick back like a Mac

And drink a yack

And smoke a sack

Now I’m blowing my nigga hella fat fucking shotgun

Off this smack blunt

Now your ass is gonna get some

Try this motherfucking pimp

And I’m not slipping for this trick

Bitch better get to her knees

And suck this fucking dick

Drinking the motherfucking yack

And you know I’m laid back

Smoking up and after

But my nigga account just laid back

Back to the liquor store

For another fucking yack

Blazing bud all night

And I’m smoking on a fucking fat

Smoked outta my niggas room

It’s the full contact

Come to find them a nigga that smoke

Now check him for another sack

I pop’em for the 10

Half pop’em for the 20

Rolling finest shit quickly

Until the chronic kill me

It’s 2 o’clock I’m sipping the yack

Now my ass is laid back

Chiefing on the fatest mack

Having a major ink attack

Got 50 dollars in my pocket

That just shit to cap a hoe

Smoke it here

Spend it there

Now you know the shit is gone

The nigga left the liquor store

With a half of cognac

Now I finna hit my nigga down for another sack

(Criminal Manne)

Smoking on the john

With my nigga drinking O. E

Standing on the track

Kicking back with the family

Constantly blowing blunts

Cause us players all about the game

Kicking it

Pimping it

Sweating these bitches

Nigga it’s the Criminal Manne

22 deep

When we creep

But we still chill

When it’s time to scoop my bitch

We chief a pound

And down it

To the building

Ink attack

Drink a yack

Kick back like a Mac

Take the time let’s get fucked up my nigga

And smoke a sack

I need a fat mac john

I think I’m having another ink attack

Project Playaz looking for the Indonesia Cronic sack

Bought a fucking O. Z

Sold it know we super straight

Lickity, stick this shit

And watch me hit a great big john of hate

Hand me the fire

So I can light up a hype

And get real high

Inhale thee shotgun

To my nose

And now blow one in my eye

Fell up in the liquor store

Money from smoking on the mac

What do I feel like drinking

Mane I’m thinking

Fuck it buy some yack

Waltz up to the curb

Take a swig my nig and pass it

High as a mug

From smoking that bud

With the system blasting

Kicking up

Pimping up

Smoking some chick and this shit

Come hit this thunder

So pass the cigga paper mane

It’s time to roll a bludger

Laughing and joking and choking

From the liquor and the cognac

Riding through the town

Scoping scowns

Cause we’re cool like that

Player shit

Thought you knew

Keep on rolling dookie max

Chilling like some killas

With the yack and the cognac

Rolling through the mound

With the half a pint of yack

But that’s how it is a niggas' living fat

The motherfucking captain pillars back

Spliffed out chiefing indo

Kicking shit

With my nigga Squeaky like I did before

Hard ass part 2

Nigga down with the crew

I got them thangs for a busta

Trick I thought you knew

But ahh

Back to the subject

Pass me the yack

Some 1.5s and dub sack

(Kilo G)

High as a motherfucker mane

Wanna cap now

Kicking it with my nigga Sko

Stop off at the liquor store

Get the yack

Then we headed for the indo

Bitch it’s Kilo G

Drop off the keys

Cause I gotta have it

Ain’t this a bitch

Hoe man a addict

Cause I need my dope and I ain’t got it

This bud keep me fiending mane

Just like a junky

Don’t all drop

Boogers in my nose

And my breathe is getting funky

Can’t keep this goddamn monkey off my back

So I forced to sweat the track

To drank some yank and smoke a sack