Studio Smokin and f*ckin lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Money Gang (Uh-huh)
Fly Boy Gang (Okay, let's get it)
He he he, let's go

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild
Chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
Called the weed man and told him, "Bring me a pound"
I'm just tryna get higher than a f*cking cloud (Uh-huh)
Shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild
Chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
Called the weed man and told him, "Bring me a pound" (It's L's, it's L's)
I'm just tryna get higher than a f*cking cloud

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
Fly Boy Gang, I be on the swag sh*t
Pockets on swole like their just got their ass kicked
I met this lil' bad chick, it's something that I see in her
I think she f*cking with me now, wait 'til I put this D in her
I'm chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
And lil' mama turning me on, so I'm tryna take her down
And I'm tryna see what's up, she look like she wanna f*ck
I'ma f*ck her 'til she c*m, got her sucking on her thumb
But I hate when you all in my ear about a b*tch
You ain't even got to trip, girl, you know that you the sh*t
Come and holler at your boy, call me when you bored
Beat it up, leave it sore, got her fiending for more
You should dump that other n*gga, he a geek and he weak
Can't you tell that he lame? You should come f*ck with a G (63rd)
Baby, we can have fun, go deep, make her run
Fire at it like a gun, now she saying I'm the one (L's)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Reese G]
Shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild
Chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
Called the weed man and told him, "Bring me a pound"
I'm just tryna get higher than a f*cking cloud (Uh-huh)
Shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild
Chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
Called the weed man and told him, "Bring me a pound" (Swagging, okay)
I'm just tryna get higher than a f*cking cloud

[Verse 2: Reese G]
Sitting high in the booth, I swear it's planet Mars
Kushy after Kushy got me spitting all type of bars
Money Gang, FBG, we the future and the stars
On another note, we keep the heat like kin to Lucifer
So watch your mouth and keep your chrome, I go hard when pus*y roam
Beat it up and send it home, repercussions in my zone
Kushy P your styrofoam, tell your b*tches, "Bring it on"
Love to party, love to bone, throwing money, take her home
Yeah, sh*t, they know the deal, this sh*t don't stop like rolling wheels
A pound of Kush, a pack of pills, a pen or paper, .40 'nem
We can't forget I love to drill, titanium, I keep that steel
This not for play, this sh*t for real, don't be no dummy, killers here
This is the zoo, gorillas here, but in the booth, the chickens there
They suck and f*ck and swallow nut, they love the kid and that boy Duck
They got a whole [?] coming by the car, bus
It don't even matter, b*tches hollering out, "It's di*ks “R” Us"
[Chorus: FBG Duck & FBG Young]
Shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild
Chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
Called the weed man and told him, "Bring me a pound"
I'm just tryna get higher than a f*cking cloud (Uh-huh)
Shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild (FBG Young)
Chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
Called the weed man and told him, "Bring me a pound" (Yeah)
I'm just tryna get higher than a f*cking cloud

[Verse 3: FBG Young]
Look, hi, baby, I'm Young, how you doing? What's your name?
You should call a couple friends, y'all should come cool with the gang
Couple bottles, couple loud
Couple pills, bite down
Now FBG and MG got her bussing like, "Wow"
See my pockets on them double digits
Getting brain by couple b*tches
Lot of n*ggas fake, but I'm nothing like them other n*ggas
I'm 'bout that dough, so I'm with them 'Bout Money n*ggas
FBG and Money Gang, f*ck them other n*ggas

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild
Chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
Called the weed man and told him, "Bring me a pound"
I'm just tryna get higher than a f*cking cloud (Uh-huh)
Shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild
Chilling in the studio, smoking on loud
Called the weed man and told him, "Bring me a pound"
I'm just tryna get higher than a f*cking cloud (Uh-huh)