Hay

Hey
 Smokin on
 Hey (Hey)
 Smokin on
 Hey, in the middle of the barn (Hey)
 Smokin on
 Hey, in the middle of the barn (Hey)
 Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
 Thangs is feelin good today
 I'm tore up, from the floor up
 Sippin on some crown royal
 Trippin, in a circle of wood
 Where everybody smoke they own bud
 Good ole' hay
 How you feel today?
 Fine, blowed and dandy
 Silly like I'm hype off candy
 Gotta big, thick chic named sandy
 In the farm in the middle of the barn
 Where everybody's feelin crazy
 I went to visit granny's house
 Now I see why don't nobody leave
 We constantly, constantly, constantly smokin b's
 Too blitzed to even shake it off
 But I still got my head up
 Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn
 And get my big black peter sucked
 Pass the hay you silly slut
 Blaze it up, so I can hit that bud
 Git me zoned and i'll be on
 Cuz I love to smoke upon hay
 Smokin on
 (Hey, in the middle of the barn)
 Smokin on
 (Hey, in the middle of the barn)
 Smokin on
 The hay got me goin through a stage
 And I just can't get enough
 Smokin everyday
 I got some hay
 And you know I'm finna roll it up
 Make a cloud
 I'm gonna take my mind away from all the
 Bullcrap
 Bump my sounds
 Lay back and roll
 Mack to the freaks that's on the road
 Sometimes I wonder
 When I was blowed on the streets
 Anybody wanna step to me
 I'ma see how rough they be
 In this session, manifesting
 On myp's and q's
 Never snooze cause i refuse
 Inhale, exhale the smell
 Smokin hay all by myself
 Wildstle, laughin loud
 Wit my homies by my side
 If somethin jump off let it ride
 On my square when time is live
 Everybody throw it up
 Go to the barn and get some hay
 When I get my choke on
 Fool you know I'm smokin on
 Hay now hay
 We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn
 And I'm lit up
 Can't get up
 My eyes are red
 And my head is spinnin
 Took another pull
 Ridin red bull
 Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin
 Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids
 And we bout to get in em
 Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at
 And everything funny
 Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high
 Smokin all that hay with no money
 Now truly this bitch wanna do me
 So I hit the 151 Bacardi
 She high like the sun
 Thick like cornbread, and I'm ready to party
 That hay got me so gotdamn horny
 But I don't like that tramp
 The only reason I'm poppin that coochie
 Cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps
 And I got the munchies
 I need soul food
 Collard greens or pinto beans
 If you smoke hay like the conflict do
 Then you know what the hell I mean
 Smokin on
 (Hey, in the middle of the barn)
 Smokin on
 (Hey, in the middle of the barn)
 Smokin on
 Rollin down the block
 Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up. out dat dorr crack
 Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that
 Hay stack
 Back up on the scene from smokin herb
 I creeped up on the wall and all I heard
 Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in
 The hay
 With a funky dime word
 Couldn't be myself
 Couldn't smoke wit nobody else
 If I didn't pass it to the left
 Nigga would have lost my breath
 Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint
 But I can't
 Cause i roll around in dat barn ride
 Rollin up the hootie hoo
 Roughest skin roller on dat west side
 Nigga come on in
 I got some hay
 Won't you close dat barn door
 Nigga what you let them flies out for?
 Ain't nobody to rich, we poor
 Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn
 The flies keep us chokin
 Thank you jesus christ
 For all the hay you're givin us
 Cause we'll keep on smokin'
 
 (Hey, in the middle of the barn)
 Smokin on
 (Hey, in the middle of the barn)
 Smokin on
 (Hey, in the middle of the barn)
 Smokin on
 (Hey, in the middle of the barn)
 Smokin on