Smoke A Sack Lil Sko (Ft. 8Ball, 8Ball & MJG, Big Syl, Criminal Manne, DJ Zirk, Killa B, Lil Ced, Lil Reggie, Mr. Kilo G, Mr. Nigga, MJG, Tom Skeemask & Yo Lynch)
[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
And let–and let–and let–and let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
And let, and let, and let, and let, and let
And let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
And let–and let–and let–and let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
And let–and let–and let–and let–and let—
And let the chicken mess up your memory
[Verse 1: Lil Sko]
Ridin' in the Chevy with the Buick hubcaps
Rollin' up some blunts, with the A/C on full max
Stopped at the corner store to get a pint of gin and juice
Got a book of 1.5's, and a twelve pack of brew
Now we scopin', and now we hopin', we see some females
'Cause I can spit so much game, to hit your mama tail
So peace, chief, and let the food stamps stack
So kick back, relax, and drink a Yak or smoke a sack
[Verse 2: Mr. Nigga]
Mr. Nigga's on the motherfuckin' track
I'm smokin' a blunt, a half a ounce, a fifth of Yak
A/C blowin', I'm scopin' for the hoes
Triple motion on my Chevy, gold bones with the fuckin' vogues
This shit is fire, you see, I'm high, I can't deny, oh my, oh my
Oh why, oh why, should I be like this?
I campaign and I relax, but that's the way it is
I drink a Yak and smoke a sack
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
And let–and let–and let–and let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
And let, and let, and let, and let, and let
And let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
And let–and let–and let–and let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat mack
And let–and let–and let–and let–and let—
And let the chicken mess up your memory
[Verse 1: Lil Sko]
Ridin' in the Chevy with the Buick hubcaps
Rollin' up some blunts, with the A/C on full max
Stopped at the corner store to get a pint of gin and juice
Got a book of 1.5's, and a twelve pack of brew
Now we scopin', and now we hopin', we see some females
'Cause I can spit so much game, to hit your mama tail
So peace, chief, and let the food stamps stack
So kick back, relax, and drink a Yak or smoke a sack
[Verse 2: Mr. Nigga]
Mr. Nigga's on the motherfuckin' track
I'm smokin' a blunt, a half a ounce, a fifth of Yak
A/C blowin', I'm scopin' for the hoes
Triple motion on my Chevy, gold bones with the fuckin' vogues
This shit is fire, you see, I'm high, I can't deny, oh my, oh my
Oh why, oh why, should I be like this?
I campaign and I relax, but that's the way it is
I drink a Yak and smoke a sack
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