[Intro]
Ayo, Lil' Mexico pass the gas

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Everyday I smoke another box of blunts
You smoking mids, you saw this choppa 'bout to hit your lungs
The blocks so booming, so I'm trapping out the Samsung
And I don't speak bum, so go and get your bands up
Everyday I smoke another box of blunts
You smoking mids, you saw this choppa 'bout to hit your lungs
The blocks so booming, so I'm trapping out the Samsung
And I don't speak bum, so go and get your bands up

[Verse 1: ABG Neal]
Look, big guns, I look like I'm Rambo
I got them keys bitch, this ain't no piano
Look, I just smacked a custy out the bando, ayy
I play with them bands, bitch, but I don't got no banjo
You n***as broke go and get your guap up (What?)
Yeah, I kick it in the field like it's soccer
I ain't talking Harleys but I pull up with that choppa
Ayy, but that hoe so big, can't get help from a doctor

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Everyday I smoke another box of blunts
You smoking mids, you saw this choppa 'bout to hit your lungs
The blocks so booming, so I'm trapping out the Samsung
And I don't speak bum, so go and get your bands up
Everyday I smoke another box of blunts
You smoking mids, you saw this choppa 'bout to hit your lungs
The blocks so booming, so I'm trapping out the Samsung
And I don't speak bum, so go and get your bands up
[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
P-p-pussy talking smoke, but they can't handle gas
My name all in your mouth, like a dick so gag
Yeah, my bullets acting bi they hitting everybody
But my choppa real gay, we sticking dicks in Tommy
Yeah, my neck real flooded, this some real ice
And I can't scrape these balances, so I brought a pipe
Run up on me, with some energy then lose your life
This a hollow in the chamber, have a good night
D-d-diamonds in my mouth, catch frostbite
Stacking up my money, but I'm scared of heights
Mud all in my cup, that's a dirty sprite
I can't trust none, I keep my circle tight

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Everyday I smoke another box of blunts
You smoking mids, you saw this choppa 'bout to hit your lungs
The blocks so booming, so I'm trapping out the Samsung
And I don't speak bum, so go and get your bands up
Everyday I smoke another box of blunts
You smoking mids, you saw this choppa 'bout to hit your lungs
The blocks so booming, so I'm trapping out the Samsung
And I don't speak bum, so go and get your bands up