Released on September 24, 2012

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[Intro: Bonnie Blunts]

Yo, it’s time to let these nigga’s know what time it is

It’s that LVL, Henny Honey, chika mala shit

(Yah)

Yo, like, like


[Chorus: Bonnie Blunts]

Blunts get lit up

Better get ya hands up, like it’s a stick up

Blunts get lit up

Better get ya hands up, like a motherfuckin’ stick up


[Verse 1: Bonnie Blunts]

Tell a bad bitch, “Girl let’s go hang”

My chick Tammy, that’s her name

My lil Henny Honeys run that gang

Bring that pain

Fuck a nigga brain up

Roll baseball bats, pop brain cells

Bust one shell, now he in a love spell

He lift me off like a dumbbell

And get deep in the pussy like an inkwell

Fuck wit’ a real bitch when you see one

Never fun to drop names, can’t be one

Bet the lames in my lane catchin’ waves, I’m breezin’

Sip the [?] bitch, you ain’t gettin’ on

Blaze off the bong, hittin’ like a gong

He wanna see me in my thong, hit it for long

Sip it till it’s all gone, liquor too strong

Know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, hit it till dawn

Eyes get so low call me Ching-Chong

I get so throwed making phone calls

Hittin’ my ex like, “Damn ya so wrong”

Hang up the jack like, “Fuck it I’m on”

1, 2, or maybe even 3

Sip henessy and give shots to my enemies

Next thing you know they singin’ all my melodies

They know better when they fuckin’ with celebrities

Bossed up and I never fold

Fall’s back and it’s getting cold

Only rockin’ Tim’s if they double soled

Never sold my pussy and I never sold my soul

Throwin’ money on my ballerinas on the pole

Runnin’ with my team, LVL on the road

Twistin’ up blunts like a casserole

Can’t apologize for being flashy, yo


[Chorus: Bonnie Blunts]

Blunts get lit up

Better get ya hands up, like it’s a stick up

Blunts get lit up

Better get ya hands up, like a motherfuckin’ stick up


[Verse 2: Bonnie Blunts]

Pussy game so insane

All these nigga’s know my name

Straight to the brain, got that cocaine

Got ‘em gassed up wit’ no propane

My Henny Honeys, they come first

Sip double cups, and go berserk

They bust it open and make it twerk

Go up and down, leave nigga’s hurt

Hater bitch, put you in a hearse

That’s 6 feet under, up in the dirt

They go to sleep, I go to work

I’m rollin’ weed, blunts in my purse

Tell a bitch to pay me if she want a verse

If I’m on a beat then it’s gettin’ murked

On a late night creep, I fuckin’ lurk

High up in the sky, but I’m down to earth

Like 1, like 2, like 3, or 4

I’m high, with 2, or 3, or more

My nigga’s one call away

Disrespect, gettin’ sprayed

Don’t really care who in the way

So I think it’s best that you play it safe

Leveled up, we gettin’ paid

Playlists I’m gettin’ faved

I wake and bake, rise like a cake

Then levitate, then change the game

Smokin’ on that grade A, they smokin’ on that plane Jane

Talkin’ bout them same old things

I don’t fuck with those lames

(I love this world)


[Chorus: Bonnie Blunts]

Blunts get lit up

Better get ya hands up, like it’s a stick up

Blunts get lit up

Better get ya hands up, like a motherfuckin’ stick up


[Verse 3: Neako]

Skinny nigga, tattoos, wearin’ no shirt

It’s a million of them and only one of me

On this whole big motherfuckin’ earth

Bet ya bitch let me gurk, put in work

Wit’ my Nigga’s from the turf

With the log, we don’t flirt

Analyzin’ my verse, they despise all my work

Cause they girls realize what I’m worth

And then it’s down wit’ her skirt

Then I skrrt to the next thing

What we did it was kind of like wrestling

DDT that pussy, Stone Cold Stunna’

Couldn’t find the bitch now, never took her number

Hold on let me get right

While my flows get loose you could sit tight

Through my shades, yeah it’s always midnight

Got a blunt ‘bout as long as a street light

Light it on the west, you can smell it on the east side

Then her pussy threw the peace sign

Then I blow another weed cloud

Then I hop right in, stick shift, low gear

Bust it open, girl we out

Cars and planes, my transportation when I make my way

Anywhere that I gotta be, ride wit’ me, you gettin’ high today

Everyday is like a holiday

I had Christmas this mornin’, had New Years last Friday

I’m never sober on the highway

(3000, 3000, 3000)


[Chorus: Bonnie Blunts]

Blunts get lit up

Better get ya hands up, like it’s a stick up

Blunts get lit up

Better get ya hands up, like a motherfuckin stick up