[Intro: Conversation]

[Verse 1]

The definition of blowed is indo, by the load

Chronic munchies got me on the commode

When I unload, let's role

Cloudy, outie like I'm on Maui Wowie

Zowwy sparkers on me homie

This weed is like Nakatomi on me

If you want it, you can have it bianc!

Hundred sacks and nut sacks

Plus fat splats from flesh gats

Only hay wastin', we both high

This is game so let me tap into your horny Playstation

I'm Tecca, so I wrecka of course

Happy like I won the super-trifecta divorce

Fuck whenever, cause I'm hella-hella

Lifted, I'm hella-hella, chronic, hella sonic

It's like I take a hit of hydro-ponic, ironic

Not Atlantis but I'm here to remind you

That I'm on cannabis, alcove without a turn of alto, Groucho

Unless I get some Biancas to let me give 'em something

To open they mouth for, bounce yo

Fat ass, to the rhymes I flow

My beats pound for blocks, from Grand View to Granot

Let's get wicked like mixin' liquor like dark rum and gin

Faded fuckin' on the only pile of twiny twin twin

[Chorus]

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Spit shit, spark blunts and fuck hoes, 'ianc

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Nigga roll to a spot with plots to fuck hoes

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Spit shit, spark blunts and fuck hoes, 'ianc

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Nigga roll to a spot with plots to fuck hoes

[Verse 2]

Let's, roll to a spot, where cops don't flock

We can all get our sex on, and smoke pot

Talk of bendin' the reefa, you can leave it with beaver

Because I'd rather be fuckin' smokin' Hawiian sativa

Comprende? Even when we're in L.A hellacious

Bags ya bud, when you go grecious gracias, senior

This is bomb C4, me gone, if the bud is fire, say "Yes, Simon"

On that 151 Rum liquor

And plus that lime green sticky shit be's a kicker

It makes me wanna roll bud, roll bud

And fuck a bitch with no rub, no rub

Psyched you, when it sikes you hype you pipe to lighter

Might ignite, a snipe to swipe a viper

Only when you dip it in wet

But the only wet I'm dippin' in is vaginas

If it don't smell like salmon

Crockets, I'm in the zone, passed gone

Beatrice if you comin' bring ya silly ass on, lash on

Leave Mitch behind, he's pissed at mine

Cause I'm nice, plus I am cold as ice

[Chorus]

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Spit shit, spark blunts and fuck hoes, 'ianc

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Nigga roll to a spot with plots to fuck hoes

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Spit shit, spark blunts and fuck hoes, 'ianc

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Nigga roll to a spot with plots to fuck hoes

[Verse 3]

You hoes token butts, cho's chokin' nut

So go soak in ya pity you mo smokin' slut

Greed, another devious seed

Niggaro nigga don't you know

I stick many 'iancas up pussy stampede

It's, who? This, packin' poison mistics dick

For ya no good, freak piece of trick bitch to get with

Got a peak, and the dick

Now the bitch don't really wanna give me none

That's cool, punk bitch

That's why you minimum wagin' it, bitch stuck at Cinnabun

Who's this, twisted clique in your face, motherfucker

You's a sucker if you touch us, we brothers, we straight ruckus

With Nina nigga, we 'bout to get blowed

And roll to a spot with plots to fuck hoes

[Chorus]

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Spit shit, spark blunts and fuck hoes, 'ianc

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Nigga roll to a spot with plots to fuck hoes

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Spit shit, spark blunts and fuck hoes, 'ianc

Let's get drunk, get blowed

Nigga roll to a spot with plots to fuck hoes