Fat Sack

[Intro: La Chat & Womack Da Omen]
Smokin' on a fat sack, smokin' on a fat sack
Smokin' on a fat-smokin'-smokin on a fat sack
Little Chat, Little Chat, where you at?
In a suburban (Smokin'-smokin' on a fat sack), smokin' on a fat sack
Little Chat, Little Chat, where you at?
In a suburban (Smokin'-smokin' on a fat sack), smokin' on a fat sack
Little Chat, Little Chat, where you at?
In a suburban (Smokin'-smokin' on a fat sack), smokin' on a fat sack
Little Chat, Little Chat, where you at?
(Smokin'-smokin' on a fat sack)

[Verse 1: La Chat]
Drinkin' on some Alizé, listenin' to some Marvin Gaye
Finna get fucked up off some weed, Lil' Chat, gotta fulfill my needs
Smokin' on a quarter sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Got alotta shit that I don't like, so I gotta get that Gat
Pass the fuckin' papers and the Marijuana or some weed
Nah mane, fuck that shit, I wanna get fucked up on some Swisher Sweets
Light that shit and take a pull, cloud of smoke up in my brain
Gotta have fire that keeps me high, 'cause Lil' Chat loves that indo, mane
Half on a bag now I can't go, 'cause I'm always down to want some more
Can't take a puff, puff of my dope, but I like gettin' high with my folks
Ridin' through the Mound with our windows up, gettin' buck
Gotta keep our smoke, we hot as hell, but we don't give a fuck
Blazin' up another one soon as we finish with our blunt
Gotta keep the roaches, scrape them up and turn 'em to a fuckin' junt
Take the shotgun to my nose, high as hell, I can't compose
Niggas ain't prepared to tryna blow my high, then I got some for them hoes

[Verse 2: Womack Da Omen]
Womack, laid back in a suburban with La Chat, never chiefin' on the reefer but I'm high off contact
Got them Glocks, and cocked, then buckin' bitches down into the ground and
Rollin' through the fuckin' town, and then you know we finna clown and
Hit the street, crunk as fuck, let them pistols go buck, buck, bang to the brain, ain't that a damn shame?
Lame-ass nigga couldn't outrun thunder from my shotgun
Leave that nigga, get on down, messed up [?] you [?], boy

[Verse 3: La Chat]
Ridin' in a suburban, 'cause I gotta urgent finna go get this bitch that's flaugin' and tratin' and always splurgin'
Thug Queen 'cause I fiend, nigga like me gotta have that shit
Might be a junk to you, but I don't give a fuck, I'm chiefin', bitch
Gotta go to the freezer get my munch on 'cause I'm high as hell
Grab a fresh-ass cigarette from my mother, gotta hide the smell
Now I'm holdin' out, I'm gettin' so drunk, I gotta get so crunk
Blunt after fuckin' blunt and junt after fuckin' junt
Bloody red is all I see, 'cause my eyes are blurry
Hope a bitch gon' fuck shit up, so I can get my Uzi
Hate a bitch that perpetrate like she always 'bout it, ho
Ain't no need to flauge, bitch, 'cause La Chat is gonna hit that dope
Always be a nigga, broke as hell, and always haulin' it
Hurry up, and pass that shit on, you lil' free loadin'-ass bitch
Rollin' 'bout seven deep, lookin' for somethin' that we can creep
'Lotta bud smoker don't ride with me, 'cause I always gotta chief