Lil Sko - Smoke A Sack
[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
[Verse 3: Lil Reggie]
I'm takin' my chances by makin' cheese on the cut
You know to see motherfucker, peep bitch, you know what's up
I guess that life ain't really nothin' but a gamble
So don't get yourself in somethin' that yo' ass can't handle
'Cause I'ma make a livin' with my millimeter Glock
And you need to watch your back, when you comin' to my block
So I'ma leave it at that, while my pockets gettin' fat
Kick back like a mack, and drink a Yak, and smoke a sack
[Verse 4: Tom Skeemask]
Now I'm blowin', my nigga, hellified fuckin' shotgun
Off this mack blunt, now your ass is gonna get stung, by this motherfuckin' pimpin', I'm not slippin' for this trick
Bitch, better get to them knees, and suck this fuckin' dick
Drinkin' the motherfuckin' Yak, and you know I'm laid back
Smokin' up an ounce of bud, and my nigga kinda just laid back
Back to the liquor store for another fuckin' Yak
Blazin' bud all night, and I'm smokin' on the fuckin' sack
[Verse 5: Lil Ced]
Smoked outta my niggas room, it's the full contact
Burn the bud, then my nigga that smoke
Now check him for another sack
I pop 'em for the ten, half pop for the twenty
Rollin' by the Chevy quickly, until the chronic kill me
It's two o'clock, I'm sippin' the Yak, now my ass is laid back
Chiefin' on the fattest mack, havin' a major ink attack
Got fifteen dollars in my pocket, that's just shit to campaign off
Smoke it here, spend it there, now you know the shit is gone
The nigga left the liquor store, with a half of pint of Yak
Now I'm finna hit my nigga, down for another sack
[Verse 6: Criminal Manne]
Smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinkin' O.E
Standin' on the track, kickin' back with the family
Constantly blowin' blunts, 'cause us players all about the game
Kickin', I'm pimpin' and sweatin' these bitches, nigga, it's the Criminal Manne
Twenty-two deep, where we creep, but we still chill
When it's time to scoop my bitch, we chief a pound and vamp to the crib
Ink attack, drink a Yak, kick back like a mack
Take your time, let's get fucked up, my nigga
And smoke a sack
[Verse 7: Yo Lynch]
I need a fat mac junt, I think I'm havin' another ink attack
Project Playaz lookin' for the Indonesia chronic sack
Bought a fuckin' O.Z, so you know we super straight
Lickity-stick this shit and watch me hit a great big junt of hay
Pass me the fire, so I can light up a hype and get real high
Inhale thee shotgun to my nose, and now blow one in my eye
Fell up in the liquor store, buzzin' from smokin' on the mac
What do I feel like drinkin', mane, I'm thinkin'
"Fuck it, buy some Yak"
[Verse 8: Lil Syd]
Hoes, I'm on the curb, take a swig, my nig, and pass it
High as a mof, from smokin' that bud with the system blastin'
Kickin' up, pimpin', and smokin' some chicken
This shit I'm hittin' is thunder, so pass the cigar paper, mane, it's time to roll a blunt-ah
Laughin' and jokin' and chokin', from the liquor and the cognac
Ridin' through the town, scopin' scowns, 'cause we're cool like that
Player shit, thought you knew, keep on rollin' dookie max
Chillin' like some villains, with the Yak and the chronic sack
[Verse 9: Killa B]
Rollin' through the Mound, with a half a pint of Yak
Know that's how it is, when a niggas livin' phat
The motherfuckin' cap peelers back
Spliffed out, chiefin' indo
Kickin' shit, with my nigga Squeeky, like I did before
Hard Ass Part 2, nigga, down with the crew
I got them thangs for a buster, trick, I thought you knew
But, uh, back to the subject
Pass me the Yak, some 1.5s, and the dub sack
[Verse 10: Mr. Kilo G]
High as a motherfucker, mane, wanna cap down kickin' it with my niggaro
Stop off at the liquor store, get your Yak, then we headed for the indo
Bitch, it's Kilo G, drop off the ki's, 'cause I gotta have it
Ain't this a bitch, ho, became a addict
'Cause I need my dope and I ain't got it
This bud keep me fiendin', mane, just like a junkie
Throat all dry but boogers in my nose, and my breath is gettin' funky
Can't keep this goddamn monkey off my back
So I'm forced to sweat the track
To drank some Yak, and smoke a sack
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
[Verse 3: Lil Reggie]
I'm takin' my chances by makin' cheese on the cut
You know to see motherfucker, peep bitch, you know what's up
I guess that life ain't really nothin' but a gamble
So don't get yourself in somethin' that yo' ass can't handle
'Cause I'ma make a livin' with my millimeter Glock
And you need to watch your back, when you comin' to my block
So I'ma leave it at that, while my pockets gettin' fat
Kick back like a mack, and drink a Yak, and smoke a sack
[Verse 4: Tom Skeemask]
Now I'm blowin', my nigga, hellified fuckin' shotgun
Off this mack blunt, now your ass is gonna get stung, by this motherfuckin' pimpin', I'm not slippin' for this trick
Bitch, better get to them knees, and suck this fuckin' dick
Drinkin' the motherfuckin' Yak, and you know I'm laid back
Smokin' up an ounce of bud, and my nigga kinda just laid back
Back to the liquor store for another fuckin' Yak
Blazin' bud all night, and I'm smokin' on the fuckin' sack
[Verse 5: Lil Ced]
Smoked outta my niggas room, it's the full contact
Burn the bud, then my nigga that smoke
Now check him for another sack
I pop 'em for the ten, half pop for the twenty
Rollin' by the Chevy quickly, until the chronic kill me
It's two o'clock, I'm sippin' the Yak, now my ass is laid back
Chiefin' on the fattest mack, havin' a major ink attack
Got fifteen dollars in my pocket, that's just shit to campaign off
Smoke it here, spend it there, now you know the shit is gone
The nigga left the liquor store, with a half of pint of Yak
Now I'm finna hit my nigga, down for another sack
[Verse 6: Criminal Manne]
Smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinkin' O.E
Standin' on the track, kickin' back with the family
Constantly blowin' blunts, 'cause us players all about the game
Kickin', I'm pimpin' and sweatin' these bitches, nigga, it's the Criminal Manne
Twenty-two deep, where we creep, but we still chill
When it's time to scoop my bitch, we chief a pound and vamp to the crib
Ink attack, drink a Yak, kick back like a mack
Take your time, let's get fucked up, my nigga
And smoke a sack
[Verse 7: Yo Lynch]
I need a fat mac junt, I think I'm havin' another ink attack
Project Playaz lookin' for the Indonesia chronic sack
Bought a fuckin' O.Z, so you know we super straight
Lickity-stick this shit and watch me hit a great big junt of hay
Pass me the fire, so I can light up a hype and get real high
Inhale thee shotgun to my nose, and now blow one in my eye
Fell up in the liquor store, buzzin' from smokin' on the mac
What do I feel like drinkin', mane, I'm thinkin'
"Fuck it, buy some Yak"
[Verse 8: Lil Syd]
Hoes, I'm on the curb, take a swig, my nig, and pass it
High as a mof, from smokin' that bud with the system blastin'
Kickin' up, pimpin', and smokin' some chicken
This shit I'm hittin' is thunder, so pass the cigar paper, mane, it's time to roll a blunt-ah
Laughin' and jokin' and chokin', from the liquor and the cognac
Ridin' through the town, scopin' scowns, 'cause we're cool like that
Player shit, thought you knew, keep on rollin' dookie max
Chillin' like some villains, with the Yak and the chronic sack
[Verse 9: Killa B]
Rollin' through the Mound, with a half a pint of Yak
Know that's how it is, when a niggas livin' phat
The motherfuckin' cap peelers back
Spliffed out, chiefin' indo
Kickin' shit, with my nigga Squeeky, like I did before
Hard Ass Part 2, nigga, down with the crew
I got them thangs for a buster, trick, I thought you knew
But, uh, back to the subject
Pass me the Yak, some 1.5s, and the dub sack
[Verse 10: Mr. Kilo G]
High as a motherfucker, mane, wanna cap down kickin' it with my niggaro
Stop off at the liquor store, get your Yak, then we headed for the indo
Bitch, it's Kilo G, drop off the ki's, 'cause I gotta have it
Ain't this a bitch, ho, became a addict
'Cause I need my dope and I ain't got it
This bud keep me fiendin', mane, just like a junkie
Throat all dry but boogers in my nose, and my breath is gettin' funky
Can't keep this goddamn monkey off my back
So I'm forced to sweat the track
To drank some Yak, and smoke a sack
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