Baked and Fried (Remix) ft. TripSixKid Lyrics

(Yo Pierre, you wanna cry out here?)

Everyday, smoking on dank

Everyday, smoking on dank

Everyday, smoking on dank

Everyday, smoking on dank

I take the vibe with me, yeah, wherever I go

A baked and blind hippie, on his way to a show

Can't wait to ride with me, better give me a flow

I take the vibe with me

I'll take the vibe with me, I

I'mma skate right back to the bank

Everyday, smoking on dank

I'm like a magnet, all these demons coming my way

But I ain't stressing, I got all these rocks in my face

So I'mma keep on smiling cause they ain't gon' stop me (Yo lawlet, you good?)

Four point, four point, four point

Motherfucking four point, four point, four point, four point five

Got the hoes now

It's a show now

Yeah, she suck it

Suck it slow now

What the what, wow

Smack her butt, pow

I'mma fucking suck her, slut bow

Get the fuck down

Whip the blunts out

With my nuts out

Ripping runts nowadays

I know I got a drug problem please be patient

Pop a pistol, drop dead and leave you hanging

Sipping on a drank, four poured, what you thinking?

Jewelry on the way

I'mma pop a k

Every finger got a ring

And I feel some type of way

Probably cause I make the bank

Hey girl, what's your name?

Hit you with the gas, talking straight propane

The green licking lizard (I like this new generation of music)

Sipping on the sizzurp

Said I've been that mister

You ain't heard a thing from your bitch cause I'm with her

Hit the mall with her

I'mma ball with her

Or I'mma take the fall with her

Aye, yeah, yeah (Yo lawlet, you good?)

I take the vibe with me, yeah, wherever I go

A baked and blind hippie, on his way to a show

Can't wait to ride with me, better give me a flow

I take the vibe with me

I'll take the vibe with me, I

I take the vibe with me, yeah, wherever I go

A baked and blind hippie, on his way to a show

Can't wait to ride with me, better give me a flow

I take the vibe with me

I'll take the vibe with me, I

I'm a real one

With a real gun

Pop a pill son

Cop a mill son

Coppa peel up

What's the deal huh?

I got real funds

Feds ain't getting me for shit, yeah, I'm a villain

My heart sealed up

(With a real gun)

(Pop a pill son)

(Cop a mill son)

(Coppa peel up)

(What's the deal huh?)

(Got real funds)

(Feds ain't getting me for shit, I'm a villain)