We Smokin Lyrics

(Sometimes the world no longer needs a hero. Sometimes what it needs, is a monster)

(Lezter)

Hit the blunt feel the hypnosis

Speaker hitting loud like an explosion

Animal in our blood know we ferocious

Cannabis in my lungs you know we smoking

Yeah, Imma hit the MIC when I flick on the switch

Then I'm tripping and dipping I'm finally drift in the whip

On the way to the crib I'm about to go drip on a bitch

Imma rock them and sock them until they pop like a zit

Got the top down on the route finally look at me now

I just popped out smoking loud in surround sound

Trizi up in a high cloud

I wont come down (no)

Ya girl down to get pounded out

I'm in town so I'll stuff the mouth

Hold up, roll up, gimme the soda

I'm comin around they lose all composure

Never been sober hungover I'm puffin on doja

I lay on the sofa in slippers and robes while I smoke up

I'm smoking on mocha leaf inside a roll up

I jump out the rover

My opposition big as Hogan, Yeah, I hunt them like Rogan

My guns and my shrooms and my weed and my potions

Her buns and them boobs bet that pussy be soaking

I come and I go like a wave in the ocean

She love me she know she gone get what she hoping

You know I'm deluded

You know that I'm filled with pollution

My skin has contusions

I'm Takin these punches but I am not losing

I'm breaking these runts into blunts while I'm boozing

You know I'm deluded

You know that I'm filled with pollution

My skin has contusions

I'm Takin these punches

Hit the blunt, feel the hypnosis

Speaker hitting loud like an explosion (boom)

Animal in our blood know we ferocious

Cannabis in my lungs you know we smoking

Yeah, Trizi been flowing in

There ain't no hoe in him

He been goin in

And he got hoes he been poking they stroking him

Pouring I float when I'm soaking in it

Smoking like a natural mystic hit this

My hitlist indifferent to bitches and misfits

I got hoes like Christmas

They got my bone on they Wishlist

If I don't smoke then I trip shit

Smoking on a blunt with a bitch at a picnic

Blood on the wrist slit cryptic signets

Hit the blunt, feel the hypnosis

Speaker hitting loud like an explosion

Animal in our blood know we ferocious

Cannabis in my lungs you know we smoking

Yeah, Imma hit the MIC when I flick on the switch

Then I'm tripping and dipping I'm finally drift in the whip

On the way to the crib I'm about to go drip on a bitch

Imma rock them and sock them until they pop like a zit

Got the top down on the route finally look at me now

I just popped out smoking loud in surround sound

Trizi up in a high cloud

I wont come down (no)

Ya girl down to get pounded out

I'm in town so I'll stuff the mouth

(This is Sparta)

This is madness

My flow is 300 Spartans in a phalanx

I'm whipping I'm passing

Got Exophthalmos when they peeping the fashion

I'm Striking down these ugly bastards

Turn them to Casper just for some practice

I'm twisting the earth on its axis

You're fading in blackness, fading to static