Smoke A Sack Lyrics

Work a deck,
smoke a fat,
kick back like I'm Fat Mac (x6)

(Verse 1)
Riding in a Chevy with the Buick hubcaps,
rolling 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 on 1.5s
and a 12 pack of poof.
Now we scoping,'
and now we hoping.
We see some females
cause I can spit so much game
to hit your mama tail.
So peace,
chief,
and let them foot stamps stack,
so kick back, relax
and drink a yack.
and smoke a sack.

(Mr. Nigga)
Mr. Niggas on the motherf*cking track.
I'm smoking a blunt,
a half a ounce,
a fifth of yack,
A/C blowing,
I'm scoping for the hoe's,
triple motion on my Chevy go boom,
with the f*cking poles.
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 why it its,
I drink a yack and smoke a sack.

(Verse 3)
I'm taking my chances,
by making chiefs on the cut.
You know to see motherf*cker,
peep bitch you know what's up.
I guess that life ain't really nothing but a gamble,
so don't get yourself in something that yo ass can't handle.
Cause I'm make a living with my millimeter Glock,
and you need to watch your back when you coming to my block.
So I'm gonna leave at that,
while my pockets getting fat,
kick back like a Mac,
and drink a yack,
and smoke a sack.

(Verse 4)
Now I'm blowing my nigga hella fat f*cking shotgun,
off this smack blunt,
now your ass is gonna get some,
try this motherf*cking pimp,
and I'm not slipping for this trick,
bitch better get to her knees,
and suck this f*cking dick.
Drinking the motherf*cking yack,
and you know I'm laid back,
smoking up and after,
but my nigga account just laid back,
back to the liquor store,
for another f*cking yack,
blazing bud all night,
and I'm smoking on a f*cking fat.

(Verse 5)
Smoked outta my niggas room,
it's the full contact,
come to find them a nigga that smoke,
now check him for another sack,
I pop'em for the 10,
half pop'em for the 20,
Rolling finest shit quickly,
until the chronic kill me.
It's 2 o'clock I'm sipping the yack,
now my ass is laid back,
chiefing on the fatest mack,
having a major ink attack,
got 50 dollars in my pocket,
that just shit to cap a hoe.
Smoke it here,
spend it there,
now you know the shit is gone.
The nigga left the liquor store,
with a half of cognac,
now I finna hit my nigga down for another sack.

(Criminal Manne)
Smoking on the john,
with my nigga drinking O.E, standing on the track,
kicking back with the family,
constantly blowing blunts,
cause us players all about the game,
kicking it,
pimping it,
sweating these bitches,
nigga it's the Criminal Manne.
22 deep,
when we creep,
but we still chill,
when it's time to scoop my bitch,
we chief a pound,
and down it,
to the building.
Ink attack,
drink a yack,
kick back like a Mac,
take the time let's get f*cked up my nigga,
and smoke a sack.

(Verse 7)
I need a fat mac john,
I think I'm having another ink attack,
Project Playaz looking for the Indonesia Cronic sack,
bought a f*cking O.Z,
sold it know we super straight,
lickity, stick this shit,
and watch me hit a great big john of hate,
hand 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,
money from smoking on the mac,
what do I feel like drinking,
mane I'm thinking
f*ck it buy some yack.

(Verse 8)
Waltz up to the curb,
take a swig my nig and pass it,
high as a mug,
from smoking that bud,
with the system blasting.
Kicking up,
pimping up,
smoking some chick and this shit,
come hit this thunder,
so pass the cigga paper mane,
it's time to roll a bludger.
Laughing and joking and choking
from the liquor and the cognac,
riding through the town,
scoping scowns,
cause we're cool like that.
Player shit,
thought you knew,
keep on rolling dookie max,
chilling like some killas
with the yack and the cognac.

(Verse 9)
Rolling through the mound
with the half a pint of yack,
but that's how it is a niggas' living fat,
the motherf*cking captain pillars back
spliffed out chiefing indo,
kicking shit,
with my nigga Squeaky like I did before,
hard ass part 2,
nigga down with the crew,
I got them thangs for a busta,
trick I thought you knew,
but ahh,
back to the subject,
pass me the yack,
some 1.5s and dub sack.

(Kilo G)
High as a motherf*cker mane,
wanna cap now,
kicking it with my nigga Sko,
stop off at the liquor store,
get the yack,
then we headed for the indo,
bitch it's Kilo G,
drop off the keys,
cause I gotta have it
ain't this a bitch,
hoe man a addict,
cause I need my dope and I ain't got it.
This bud keep me fiending mane,
just like a junky,
Don't all drop,
boogers in my nose,
and my breathe is getting funky,
can't keep this goddamn monkey off my back,
so I forced to sweat the track
to drank some yank and smoke a sack.

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