Lil Wayne - Get Smoked (Feat Lil Mouse) Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Lil Mouse)
Mixtape: Dedication 4
Year: 2012

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, I’m rollin’, all my niggas rollin’
Keep that fuckin’ red bandana, Hulk Hogan
I’m cuttin’ up like scissors
Comin’ down hard like blizzards
I’m getting head while giving head, that’s a head-on collision
I’m on a pain pill, I keep this shit trill
These niggas ain’t foreal like a fire drill
Your hoe on my back like a fuckin’ 5th wheel
That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills
I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone
Them niggas callin’ my phone, leave me alone
I’m lightin’ up that strong, then pass it to my bro
Numbers don’t lie, except 5-0
Different color TRUKFIT shirts, you niggas pull down your skirts
If I die of these perks, put a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts, I’m high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work, we Rob like Bert, uh

[Chorus – Lil Mouse]
09 we tote, my niggas ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
09 we tote, my niggas ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Verse 2 – Lil Mouse]
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
My niggas rollin’ for Fita
That bitch going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit Squad, move Bob in, yeah nigga on free band
30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
Glock 40 I’m tuckin’ it, I’m rolling with my hitters
I’ll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands in the club doing the money dance
Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I’m a gangster nigga and I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol hit his melon, it ain’t gone be nothing left

[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, ridin’ around with my gangstas, runnin’ up in these yellow hoes
Everybody wan’ fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors
It’s pussy, money and Kush, skateboards and shroom
These niggas think they the shit, these niggas perfume
Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove
I’m sick with it, I’ve been diagnosed
We don’t cut the coke, that’s diet coke
These niggas broke, I’m paid in full
Blood gang, Red Bull
My tongue like a surf board and her pussy like a wave pool
Tunechi