[Intro: 211 & SMK]
(Players never die)
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
(You did good $lick)
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
(It's a Smash)
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
[Verse 1: Wetto]
Sleepwalkin' through the game
Crushing 30s, early birdies, I don't fuck with pain
Forever pimpin' manе, make a bimbo pussy rain
Ten benzos, twеnty-inch spokes swang
Blue DeVille match the pills that I’m popping on today
What a way, I make dying look great
Fashion statement, for my latest, flooded out the Drake
Suckers hate, change up like a pitch
$uicide was the goal, but I'll end up dying rich
Smoking up on that indo, dope in the tinfoil help to ease my brain
Fucking up on like ten hoes, all my chicken heads free range
Cup to the blunt, Wet do what he want, it ain't a motherfucking thang
Blowing hay for the Grey, only way I know is mane
(Players never die)
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
(You did good $lick)
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
(It's a Smash)
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
Hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and, hit the blunt and gettin' high
[Verse 1: Wetto]
Sleepwalkin' through the game
Crushing 30s, early birdies, I don't fuck with pain
Forever pimpin' manе, make a bimbo pussy rain
Ten benzos, twеnty-inch spokes swang
Blue DeVille match the pills that I’m popping on today
What a way, I make dying look great
Fashion statement, for my latest, flooded out the Drake
Suckers hate, change up like a pitch
$uicide was the goal, but I'll end up dying rich
Smoking up on that indo, dope in the tinfoil help to ease my brain
Fucking up on like ten hoes, all my chicken heads free range
Cup to the blunt, Wet do what he want, it ain't a motherfucking thang
Blowing hay for the Grey, only way I know is mane
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