Get Smoked (Remix)

[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

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin'

Keep that fucking red bandana: Hulk Hogan

I'm cuttin' up like scissors, coming down hard like blizzards

I'm gettin head while givin' head, that's a head-on collision

I'm on a pain pill, I keep this shit trill

These niggas ain't for real, like a fire drill

Yo ho on my back like a fuckin' fifth wheel

That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gils

I put all my niggas on, but some of those 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 colored TrukFit shirts, you niggas put on yo skirts

If I die off these percs, 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

Yeeeeaaaaaaaah Niggaaaa!

[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 4-seata; that bitch going, she a eater

She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater

Hit squad move burbons, young nigga on freeband

.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man

That Glock 40 I’m thumpin man; 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 to his melon; (and what else?) it ain't gone be nothing left

[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 3: Lil Wayne]

Running round with my gangstas, running up on these yellow hoes

Everybody wanna 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 surfboard, and her pussy like a wave pool

Tunechi

[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