Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud



I wake up

I gotta get fucked up

I gotta get my dick sucked

So I won't have bad luck

Yo my nigga pass me the tops

And open up the brown bag

That's sittin on the crops, props

The top of the bottle of the hennesey

Every time I blaze a job in public

I make a lot of friends G

I feel the need for the weed

My nigga fat cackey

Hollerin I smoke a job

I know that's all Chris wants

I gotta do what I gotta do

I reach into my pocket

Reachin for my gat

Enough to be through

And plus this some action my nigg

Somkin on a mother fuckin jobs

Some motherfuckin big

It's gonna have me on a motherfuckin ground

Every body's happy not making a motherfuckin sound

But now I got the munches

I gotta get some grub

Fuckin wit that liquor and bud



Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud



Went up to the liquor store

Got me a 5th of the hennesey

Got some stouts just comin over

I hope those bitches I ready to G

Pass Paul the blunt

He take the hits and pass it back to me

Listening a new track we just droped from the A.M.P

Got back to the crib

Opened the freezer and cracked the ice