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Suicideboys - Smoke A Sack Lyrics

This is a $crim beat
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
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DJ $crim with that 808
Hey $crim can ya turn that up a bit please
Yeah, yeah thats better
Uh, 7th ward
Oddy nuff da snow leopard
Yah
Smoking hash, spending cash
Alright lets go
If, if, if, if

If smokin' weed makes you dumb
Then why not get some brain when you smoke that blunt
Run it up, fill it up, roll it up, light it up
Pass it over here cause I only hit it once
Don't let it run
I blowin' smoke rings while you bitches overdosing on my nuts
2 bad bitches die
Break which one of that block
Oh well lets roll another up

Yep I harvest all my crystals like apartheid
Look like diamond diamonds on my weed, it make the gar shine
But it could be just the promethazine we painted on the door side
Slowly burnin', movin' slowly
Hurlin' fuck I'm fucked up
Smokin fuckin blunts
Eye's redder than the cherry paint on my fuckin' car
Bitch please the way we movin' we ain't goin' far
This that shit that chill you out, if you is gettin' buck
Smoked too much and all that you can say is what the fuck

What the fuck you look like my grandma
This weed must be too good
Shi son, you buggin' me out
Maybe I should've bought you some reggie bush
Get the image
Yeah my weed look like grimace
Pro at procrastinating I'm a menace
So high I look like I just left the dentist
Smokin' that weed that I bought from a chemist

You can rent it if you can't afford it
I guess
$Crim
I mean what you can have me do
Is get a g5 payment plan going it's up to you man
Yeah!
That right, you know it!
You know it! Wooh!
Yah, yah, yah
Fucky boi, leggo

Got a sack of that dope
Smokin' it with a couple bitches laid back
Get it throat while I'm blowin' on that swisha
Double cup, pour it up
Take that actavis and a swisha
Got these bitches catchin' nut
This that old school triple 6
Yeah ridin' slab, bending the corners
Blowin' sacks of marijuana

Poppin' pills, poppin' soma's then hit the dope till I'm in a coma
Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, take that dope straight to your head
Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, it's g*59 until I'm dead
Backpack with that work, got that heroin or that cocaine
Sack fat, got them grams, dirty d with that work mane
Backpack with that work, heroin or that cocaine
Sack fat, got them grams, dirty d with that work mane

$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$Moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$Moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack