OldSchool BONES (Ft. Chiiirp)

[Intro]
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?
What y'all smokin'?
What-what y'all smokin'?

[Verse 1: Chiiirp]
This the ingredients to the recipe
Twisting up doobies is my fucking specialty
I follow my dreams I know these things
These things are part of my destiny
Shout out to my playa niggas' out that Tennessee
All I ask is don't be skimp on the 10 a G-R-A-M
Games i don't play them
They wanna hear Chiiirp, I play ten off that killa pimp
They be bobbin they head shit I'm heaven sent
Ain't no peasant shit cause
I'm a godly figure
If you ain't upper echelon I ain't fuckin' with ya
I'm defeating ones they claim the number one contender
High intellect they don't get I'm master splinter
Teenage mutant
Ganja green like a turtle
Now we mixing colors like green and that purple
Now we mixing colors like green and that purple
Still both middle fingers to the cops
Legalize the weed cause ain't nobody stop
Whatever we cheifin on it's a lot
Its all fun and games 'till somebody get popped
'Till somebody get dropped
Bitch I'm 38 hott
Niggas' on my jock bitch I'm on the clock
Gotta stay on top gotta get the guap
And I ain't gone stop Till the game on lock
Yeah I'm pac yeah I'm NAS
Shit I'm anybody that you think go hard
Make a run for it cause I'm out the yard
My advice i advise you to stay on yo job
Don't come around here nosey
Talking about what we smoking
You ain't putting on this boy
So all them questions null and void
Nigga