In-Doe - Get Your Weight Up lyrics

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In-Doe - Get Your Weight Up lyrics

[Hook: In-Doe & A.T] Hundreds go, get your weight up We do it big, get your weight up We do it big, get your weight up We do it big, get your weight up Hundreds go, get your weight up We do it big, get your weight up We do it big, get your weight up We do it big, get your weight up [Verse 1: A.T] Lott'a green, codeine, caps and stems, DMT Ain't my thing but the OC make you feel so good, make you OD Cocaine by the oz, getting f**ed up to the whole key The American dream or OG On a mission but they know me Loud as f**, make the speakers bleed See what we're sayin' in 7D Tryin to stay off the f**in' street With In-Doe and a pound of weed Gone, sippin' on Fat booty chick that I'm grippin' on Tried to get it in with the Adderall Then the ecstasy wouldn't matter at all Gone, trippin' That's how we're livin' MJ like a motherf**er We ain't even seen pimpin' Missed the L, my wholesale Like I'm a couple mutherf**in' [?] Gonna go chill in a hotel And the whole damn time I'ma smoke well [Hook] [Verse 2: In-Doe] I roll up, I hop out I roll up, I smoke out n***as gon' run they mouth b**hes gon' use they mouth In and out, in and out When I come, bring a cloud Makin' money, money piles Makin' money, f** a pound Got kilos, amigo They leak though, Bandito Make movies, Tarantino Do it big, big, big, Gambino I pour up to black out We squad up, that mac out We ball out, we stack [?] We low-key, no trap-house In and out, in and out Overstates, puffin' loud Rippin' crowds New a**-holes get la**oed when we tear it down (Goldyard) Enough with the games, We smokin' up planes They keepin' it plain, we keep it creative We been to Decatur with d** on our brains [Hook] [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Yeah, I'm on a Jedi mind trip Last night had your hoe blowin' my dick Act up n***a, n***a's open my sh** Pop the trunk, leave a n***a brain blown in this b**h Sippin' on Schlitz malt liquor, thoughts sicker Telepathic pimp, I could talk with ya' Have a hoe selling p**y Spit game to your mama next week Put her out then I walk with ya' Walk in them stores High as f**, feel like I'm walking on mars Tan a** boots, get to poppin' these bars I'll rip the f**ing roof off the top of your car Yea, come in bra** knuckle bitten' I'll saulder my semi get the [?] Smoke a 'gar, singin', finger flickin' ash on my linen If the p**y ripe then you can have the cash in my denim Yeah, f** hip-hop, got two kids hoe, need big guap Remember when I couldn't afford the sh** I bit lost Now I'm tryn'a put stones in my f**in' wristwatch Semi-automatic when this sh** gets hot Hatin' a** n***as die slow, Kid Rock f** ya'll, lick co*k, Albert Hitchco*k 1-2 to the eye, tic-toc don't stop [Hook]