Fire Up the Bud ft. Vigilante Stylez Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, now that's much better

Wedell Mendez, Vigilante Styles, this shit forever

Pour it up, blow it up, roll it up

Fire up the bud, we got the grub on the grill

Pour out the cold forties for the ones I miss still

Call up the hoochie mamas, I know they wanna chill

But I gotta stay focused and stack up my bills

Fire up the bud, we got the grub on the grill

Pour out the cold forties for the ones I miss still

Call up the hoochie mamas, I know they wanna chill

But I gotta stay focused and stack up my bills

Smoking that weed, gonna burn that dro

Man, I'm getting throwed in the back of my zone

Mashing the gas on the back of my home

Gotta go blaze that damn homegrown

Yeah, I get stoned, girl getting bone

Trying to hit me up up on my phone

I don't give a fuck about these hoes

Just trying to smoke up all my dro

Smoking on the real shit, trying to get blazed up

It's the weekend, my eyes be glazed up

Then I'm gonna play some old school Sega

My beats bumping on crew in Vegas

Fuck these bitches and fuck these haters

I be chilling like an old school player

Chunk the deuce, I'm gonna see you later

Fuck my shit, now I feel mega

Pull out the bong for the rest of the song

Bass on my beats, hit like King Kong

Badass bitch, she wants my ding dong

Word on the street is my thing's long

Hit that shit like I'm playing ping pong

Bust a nut up on her pink thong

Then I bounce out, fuck a bing bong

Then I blaze up like Cheech and Chong

I like getting fucked up when I puff up

Getting drugged up in a truck when the sun's up

But I fucked up when I jumped up

My dick getting pumped up when the girls done up

Pumped up, listen to the shit that I drummed up

Weird ass shit that I dug up

Saying weird shit when I'm fucked up

That's it, in a nutshell, summed up

Fire up the bud, we got the grub on the grill

Pour out the cold 40's for the ones I miss still

Call up the hoochie mamas, I know they wanna chill

But I gotta stay focused and stack up my bills

Fire up the bud, we got the grub on the grill

Pour out the cold 40's for the ones I miss still

Call up the hoochie mamas, I know they wanna chill

But I gotta stay focused and stack up my bills

Rolling with the Roland, smoking, choking

Smoking on the potent, heart still broken

Still I keep going, up in the sky so high, bitch I'm floating

Bitches mad at me cause they can't control me

Wanna be my official girl, my one and only

Like a 18 wheeler baby, you know Wedell so damn loaded

Swinging and swerving is a H-town thing

But I'm swingin and swerving cause I'm gone off Drank

Swing the rain while I kiss Mary Jane

All my passion come from pain

I'm too fat too chase hoes, but not fat enough for them bankrolls

Ain't no place that I can't go, I'm a die legend nigga, case closed

Everything in 3D, Pocahontas in my teepee

Drunk high and tipsy, lil mama way too frisky

She smoking like a hippie while I'm choking on her chichi

Gotta keep a blicky, without it is way too risky

High in the sky like a pretty butterfly

Tell me what you see when you look into my eyes

High in the sky like a pretty butterfly

Tell me what you see when you look into my eyes

Fire up the bud, we got the grub on the grill

Pour out the cold forties for the ones I miss still

Call up the hoochie mamas, I know they wanna chill

But I gotta stay focused and stack up my bills

Fire up the bud, we got the grub on the grill

Pour out the cold forties for the ones I miss still

Call up the hoochie mamas, I know they wanna chill

But I gotta stay focused and stack up my bills

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