Lyrics:

(Chorus:)

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
(Repeat 3x)

(Verse 1:)

(Lil Wyte:)
I'm smokin' on some killa kill
Yep yep I'm high
Gotta do it ev'ry day
Why? That's my lifestyle
Grape cigarello filled up with good dro
Ridin' down Broverly tell me what you hit fo
Come around my way better be prepared to cheif
We twist 'em right up out the fuckin' OZ
I be token till 6 o' clock in tha mornin'
As long as no one comes in to stop me
I'm Lil Wyte the almighty good weed connoisseur
Hydro, don't ever come to ya cheap
If I'm in the Memphis city streetz
I'ma get the best trees
All the smack smokers can read it and weep
I lay back in the Cut
Smokin on a big blunt
Waitin' on a call to get some more cronic
This shit one hit will sit 'cha down
have 'ya chokin' all night ready to vomit
50 bags out tha sack in them houses mayne
Will have a pot head like me spinnin' insane
Amounts of cash out these bags
Of this purple kush, jack frost, and this blueberry hurricane
I got some right here ta knock 'ya dick in the dirt
And I'm 'bout to pull it up out my pocket
Take it slow, don't hit it too hard
This is liable to pull 'ya neck
Right up out its socket

(Repeat Chorus 4x)

(Verse 2:)

(Lil Wyte:)
I'ma a California dough dough
Marijuana inspecta
Always in slo-mo like I been screwed
Keep me on the low low
Like a private eye
When it's time to get high
I'll make the call to you
I've been keepin' some good shit
Oh all the good shit
Give me a name and
I'll find it and blow it
If I can't locate within week
We'll get the seeds
And we'll fuckin' grow it
Ain't no thang to me
Pimpin' it's just me
Really it all depends on the consumer
How many times have you heard of it
'Causin' a heart attack or givin' someone a tumor
None - I said it, not a one
Zero, zilch, nodda, zero
I'll take a mothafuckin' pound to the head
I'ma stoner, call me the ganja hero
Laugh at what you wanna laugh at man
Crash where ever you wanna crash at man
After you hit this blunt, take a puff of this silvia
It'll put cha in the trashcan
I smoke almost everything I can inhale
Like Sticky said, he's got Forbidden Fruit
I said break it down, roll it up, lite it up
I'll be the judge of this Jesus Juice

(Repeat Chorus 4x)