[Intro]
Smoke, these some smokers out here right here kid
Throw your lighters in the air, we fried out here

[Scratching (E.S.G. Sample)]
Last night fried jammin' my screw tape
Jam-jammin' my screw tape
Last night fried jammin' my screw tape

[Verse 1]
Full of them swishas here I come with a full clip
Psychotic like Bushwick got the mind of a lunatic
Bodies right here but my soul's running outside
Smoking with my n***as while my soul doing homocides
Really don't think you ready because I put on a show
Dip my sweets up in that syrup to reassure that they burn slow
That don't do the job I come again with another try
Posse up my n***as hit 4-5 cuz it's time to fry
Never been compared to a motherfuckin' nice guy
One hard head soldier with an everyday head-high
Constantly hitting that killa 'til a n***a get cottonmouth
Gin is my friend cuz it gets all the cotton out
N***as got Glocks cocked burglers gotta have 'em too
Don't make me put in work and make this Glock ack a damn fool
N***as better not flex or you gon' witness a rape
And when the 5-0 arrive all they find is my screwtape
Screwed I got nothing to lose, I got smoked out
[Hook]
Last night fried jammin' my screw tape
I'm screwed I got nothing to lose, I got smoked out
Last night fried jammin' my screw tape
Screwed I got nothing to lose, I got smoked out
Last night fried jammin' my screw tape
Screwed I got nothing to lose, I got smoked out

[Verse 2]
Sunday mornin' I'ma meant to get my ass up to church
But them swishas got my arm my leg my chest and my back hurt
Head is full of highlights from the previous night
Smile coming upon my face because I'm down for another flight
I call my n***a G to see what's up in the hood
He told me he don't smoke so get your ass in the woods
By the time that I arrive I see some n***as with low cell
Visine in need to keep these n***as from country jail
Ain't no giving up because I'm back in the 20 sack
Cut 'em up, fill 'em up now we right back on track
Living life in slow-mo, forgot how the world go
Quick to down a bitch and quick to break on a freak-hoe
That herb got me insane, it done fucked up my membranes
No love for a hoe unless her name Mary Jane
Been smoking since embreo, one psychotic n***a wrote:
"Once I hit the swisha you know this the killa, hoe"
Screwed I got nothing to lose, I got smoked out
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I got my n***as cuttin' corners stacking paper and shit
You got the puff-puff-pass cuz I don't smoke with no bitch
Hittin' them swishas and you know that we gon' go for a ride
The Community bein' nosey tryin' to see who inside
Their ass is serving no justice cuz that fog is too thick
This for them noid psychotic narcotic derranged loc-brain lunatics
Smoke with Dolphe cuz you know that he's one hell of a killa
That's why we stroll these streets with no remorse for a n***a
That herb got me crazy on weekdays I'm lazy
I'm driving like a mad-man because my vision is hazy
No mark-ass-n***as cuz you see they can't cope
It get too hot outside my body get to sweating out weed smoke
No joke, I guess I'm just a swisha sweet
You can't defeat I'ma beat your ass even if you have to cheat
So take heat from this n***a fulla weed when you see me
Fugitive gangsta lean and through your motherfuckin' hood G
Screwed I got nothing to lose, I got smoked out

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah, all you real smokers out there stay high
Aha, rollin' up the fathatty smoke on
Get your high on kid