[Intro: Bonnie Blunts]
Yo, it’s time to let these n***a’s know what time it is
It’s that LVL, Henny Honey, chika mala shit
(Yah)
Yo, like, like

[Chorus: Bonnie Blunts]
Blunts get lit up
Better get ya hands up, like it’s a stick up
Blunts get lit up
Better get ya hands up, like a motherfuckin’ stick up

[Verse 1: Bonnie Blunts]
Tell a bad bitch, “Girl let’s go hang”
My chick Tammy, that’s her name
My lil Henny Honeys run that gang
Bring that pain
Fuck a n***a brain up
Roll baseball bats, pop brain cells
Bust one shell, now he in a love spell
He lift me off like a dumbbell
And get deep in the pussy like an inkwell
Fuck wit’ a real bitch when you see one
Never fun to drop names, can’t be one
Bet the lames in my lane catchin’ waves, I’m breezin’
Sip the [?] bitch, you ain’t gettin’ on
Blaze off the bong, hittin’ like a gong
He wanna see me in my thong, hit it for long
Sip it till it’s all gone, liquor too strong
Know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, hit it till dawn
Eyes get so low call me Ching-Chong
I get so throwed making phone calls
Hittin’ my ex like, “Damn ya so wrong”
Hang up the jack like, “Fuck it I’m on”
1, 2, or maybe even 3
Sip henessy and give shots to my enemies
Next thing you know they singin’ all my melodies
They know better when they fuckin’ with celebrities
Bossed up and I never fold
Fall’s back and it’s getting cold
Only rockin’ Tim’s if they double soled
Never sold my pussy and I never sold my soul
Throwin’ money on my ballerinas on the pole
Runnin’ with my team, LVL on the road
Twistin’ up blunts like a casserole
Can’t apologize for being flashy, yo

[Chorus: Bonnie Blunts]
Blunts get lit up
Better get ya hands up, like it’s a stick up
Blunts get lit up
Better get ya hands up, like a motherfuckin’ stick up

[Verse 2: Bonnie Blunts]
Pussy game so insane
All these n***a’s know my name
Straight to the brain, got that cocaine
Got ‘em gassed up wit’ no propane
My Henny Honeys, they come first
Sip double cups, and go berserk
They bust it open and make it twerk
Go up and down, leave n***a’s hurt
Hater bitch, put you in a hearse
That’s 6 feet under, up in the dirt
They go to sleep, I go to work
I’m rollin’ weed, blunts in my purse
Tell a bitch to pay me if she want a verse
If I’m on a beat then it’s gettin’ murked
On a late night creep, I fuckin’ lurk
High up in the sky, but I’m down to earth
Like 1, like 2, like 3, or 4
I’m high, with 2, or 3, or more
My n***a’s one call away
Disrespect, gettin’ sprayed
Don’t really care who in the way
So I think it’s best that you play it safe
Leveled up, we gettin’ paid
Playlists I’m gettin’ faved
I wake and bake, rise like a cake
Then levitate, then change the game
Smokin’ on that grade A, they smokin’ on that plane Jane
Talkin’ bout them same old things
I don’t fuck with those lames
(I love this world)

[Chorus: Bonnie Blunts]
Blunts get lit up
Better get ya hands up, like it’s a stick up
Blunts get lit up
Better get ya hands up, like a motherfuckin’ stick up

[Verse 3: Neako]
Skinny n***a, tattoos, wearin’ no shirt
It’s a million of them and only one of me
On this whole big motherfuckin’ earth
Bet ya bitch let me gurk, put in work
Wit’ my N***a’s from the turf
With the log, we don’t flirt
Analyzin’ my verse, they despise all my work
Cause they girls realize what I’m worth
And then it’s down wit’ her skirt
Then I skrrt to the next thing
What we did it was kind of like wrestling
DDT that pussy, Stone Cold Stunna’
Couldn’t find the bitch now, never took her number
Hold on let me get right
While my flows get loose you could sit tight
Through my shades, yeah it’s always midnight
Got a blunt ‘bout as long as a street light
Light it on the west, you can smell it on the east side
Then her pussy threw the peace sign
Then I blow another weed cloud
Then I hop right in, stick shift, low gear
Bust it open, girl we out
Cars and planes, my transportation when I make my way
Anywhere that I gotta be, ride wit’ me, you gettin’ high today
Everyday is like a holiday
I had Christmas this mornin’, had New Years last Friday
I’m never sober on the highway
(3000, 3000, 3000)

[Chorus: Bonnie Blunts]
Blunts get lit up
Better get ya hands up, like it’s a stick up
Blunts get lit up
Better get ya hands up, like a motherfuckin stick up