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ATL thugs where you at? (Fire it on up!)
College Park thugs where you at? (Fire it on up!)
Decatur thugs where you at? (Fire it on up!)
And T-Rock up in this joint, I'm finna fire it on up!
Greenery and G-O-D, that's all that's inside of me
Reminiscing of the day I started choking Swisher leaves
Keeping me from getting paid, smoking sweat the chicken made
Started using marijuana at thirteen years of age
Greenery got my vision blurred, I'm full of guns of herb
Feeling so luxurious, I'm mixing it with Thunderbird
Tripping as I clutch the wall, now I'm screaming "Fuck 'em all!"
Living in Atlanta where the pimps rule and bustas fall
Wishing I could clock the dough, I don't wanna rob a ho
Spending all my money smoking weed in the Optimo
Sometimes it's a Swisher Sweet, got me pulling silly cuts
Smoking on my troubles as I roll 'em in a Philly blunt
Tell my thugs, they be loose, hold that green, I break the loaf
Mix it up or you'll lose or blow up like a holocaust
Chiefing is a daily trade, suffering a flaring rage
Meaning for the reefer once you put it in the Aaron Blaze
Playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
'Cause the blunts getting stuffed and the sluts getting fucked
Now playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
'Cause the blunts getting stuffed and the sluts getting fucked now
I'm swinging from the trees like chimpanzees
I got a garden, yes indeed, I planted seeds
If you should cut me I would bleed the greenery
Lord Infamous, go hire me for ultra speech
I do not practice but I preach, I always cheat
Quite frequently high joint I keep, the P-O-T
But there can be this every team, taste it to tease
It's perfectly the remedy, I smoke okay, I try okay
I feel the need for the weed 'cause I been on P
In A-U-L I need to calm down, where I'm found?
In Tennessee, Hennessy, triple double coupe of stickers
What y'all talking 'bout? Tank simples, dank sinners
With us when we cranking out, running south
First you wanna hit the beat, then you wanna hit the funk
Don't you wanna drink the syrup? Take a shot of Erkin Jerk
In my lap a folded bill, ecstasy them killer pills
Sometimes Juicy wanna fly when a playa chiefing pie
Playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
'Cause the blunts getting stuffed and the sluts getting fucked
Now playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
'Cause the blunts getting stuffed and the sluts getting fucked now
See you ain't never choke no chicken with this typewriter
Heard the club jumping, burn it down and call the firefighter
Thugs bumping, our gold chains glisten, eyes reddish
All you lames listen, fuck with us, go to the paramedics
Stay in order, we running trains like a torture on these G bitches
Making for a haunch and keep the weed twisted in a baker
Smoking until it's a roach hitter
Give it to that ho after the dick is out, I throw nigga, I'm a player!
We strategize, play for second like in hardball
Take a clutch stroke, it's a hardball, naw nigga!
We just some herb smoking jostlers
Sipping desert to science to prove that our balls bigger, more nigga
It's what I'm sipping on, grip your tone in a zone
Watching for snakes, my killers blown, smelling familiar
To none other than the owner of Sesh Doja
It's the high rollers, they will say we in paraphernalia
Playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
'Cause the blunts getting stuffed and the sluts getting fucked
Now playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
I said playa what you waiting on? (Fire it on up!)
'Cause the blunts getting stuffed and the sluts getting fucked now
Sip it on up
Snort it on up
Drink it on up
Blow it on up
ATL representation
Dynasty style, T-Rock the Rockefeller
Signing off
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