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What You Got on My 40? Video (MV)




Performed By: STRIFEblaZe
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Paul Savinov




STRIFEblaZe - What You Got on My 40? Lyrics




What you got on my 40, what you got kid
What you got on my 40
What you got onmy 40, just let me know son
What you got on my 40

I'm trying to get so f*cked up that I start seeing double
So let's go to the to' fo sho and get some 4-0s we can guzzle

Look Man, I had a real long day, so I'm trying to play a beer pong game and relieve my muscles
So let's go to the store and get some 4-0s we can guzzle
And I ain't talking one man
I need a couple, hit up my boys got locked like a figure four, stop at the liquor store
Ignore the bums outside talking about they got trees to hustle and keys to juggle
Just open the door, go in the store, straight to the back, grab like eight off the rack and
Proceed to smuggle Those big ass thick glass bottles to the whip fast, get back to the crib
That's, where we sip at, sit back, twist caps, git that, Schlitz cracked that swig that til you see the bubbles
Yeah baby, guess what, I'll take body shots off your naked breast slut, oh geez homies
We'll get crazy messed, I pour these OE forties into shady red cups, and the drink will get

Chugged til my drunk ass drops, just when you think im done man, watch, I'll take one last shot
Like a BP rebuttal, then I'm trying to grip a sack, get a bag, I don't mean a duffel
I mean some skunk ass pot, that'll get me so high that I can reach the Hubbell
Word you heard, I get faded, it's true, and the haze and the brews got me dazed and confused

It's glorious baby, the buzz from these 40s will make me throw parties like
Cory Delaney that are making the news, it's a well known fact that I'm drinking the booze
I like the taste of the goose, and Jagers the truth, in these days of my youth
I don't pour the Patron im too poor for that yo, I can't afford it, so I sip four to the O's
I'll take them any day, over a case or a deuce

Hey Blaze, wanna take a shot with me homie? Nah
F*ck that shit, what you got on my 40

I'm tryna get so f*cked up that I start seeing double
So let's go to the sto, fosho and get some 4-0s, we can guzzle

In the morning I'm like damn, I gotta take a rip from the bong, or else I need an L to chief
But I fell asleep with the 40 in my hands, the bottle straight ups fits in my palms like the
Missin piece of a puzzle, so f*ck weed, I love trees, but now I'm freaking
Needing to guzzle some more brew, for sure, dude, before I become sober
I need to start slamming my mans, god damn it, I am hungover, but somehow I managed to stand

And I gathered the cans from last night, that's right, I'm broke as shit, first i smoke a cig
To help me cope with this stress and the pain, a cigarette makes me think a sec
About how I've done way too many drugs, and blazed too many nugs its
Left me with depression, and some dents in the brain, but f*ck it, I'm a twist trees

And sip these 24 plus 16's, til imma bloody corpse, six feet dead in the grave
Take the last hit of my square quick, then I'm hitting up Eric, like yo
I'm trying to return these cans, so we can be collecting the change
Aight, that's what it is, I'm coming quick, I'm getting you, man

He pulls up in the whip, calls me like, what up, witch ya kid
Nothing, ya dig feels like I've been passed out for several days
Word, you were faded, and I heard that you laid with some lesbian dame
Yeah I splurged in her face while I was getting some brains

So I guess you could say she's bisexual, man, aight, man, I'm outside the crib right now
Let's dip, strife, wow, that was quick, I'ma grab the cans and shit
And then we return, I'ma burn some big white owls
Now we're back outside the store, like the night before

I roll up to the counter with the guap in my left, and the brew in my right hand
Hmm, back again, what's happening, what you doing tonight, man

I'm tryna get so f*cked up that I start seeing double
So lets go to to the sto fosho and get some 4-0s we can guzzle
I'm tryna get so f*cked up that I start seeing double
So lets go to the sto fosho and get some 4-0s we can guzzle
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What you got on my 40, what you got kid
What you got on my 40
What you got onmy 40, just let me know son
What you got on my 40

I'm trying to get so f*cked up that I start seeing double
So let's go to the to' fo sho and get some 4-0s we can guzzle

Look Man, I had a real long day, so I'm trying to play a beer pong game and relieve my muscles
So let's go to the store and get some 4-0s we can guzzle
And I ain't talking one man
I need a couple, hit up my boys got locked like a figure four, stop at the liquor store
Ignore the bums outside talking about they got trees to hustle and keys to juggle
Just open the door, go in the store, straight to the back, grab like eight off the rack and
Proceed to smuggle Those big ass thick glass bottles to the whip fast, get back to the crib
That's, where we sip at, sit back, twist caps, git that, Schlitz cracked that swig that til you see the bubbles
Yeah baby, guess what, I'll take body shots off your naked breast slut, oh geez homies
We'll get crazy messed, I pour these OE forties into shady red cups, and the drink will get

Chugged til my drunk ass drops, just when you think im done man, watch, I'll take one last shot
Like a BP rebuttal, then I'm trying to grip a sack, get a bag, I don't mean a duffel
I mean some skunk ass pot, that'll get me so high that I can reach the Hubbell
Word you heard, I get faded, it's true, and the haze and the brews got me dazed and confused

It's glorious baby, the buzz from these 40s will make me throw parties like
Cory Delaney that are making the news, it's a well known fact that I'm drinking the booze
I like the taste of the goose, and Jagers the truth, in these days of my youth
I don't pour the Patron im too poor for that yo, I can't afford it, so I sip four to the O's
I'll take them any day, over a case or a deuce

Hey Blaze, wanna take a shot with me homie? Nah
F*ck that shit, what you got on my 40

I'm tryna get so f*cked up that I start seeing double
So let's go to the sto, fosho and get some 4-0s, we can guzzle

In the morning I'm like damn, I gotta take a rip from the bong, or else I need an L to chief
But I fell asleep with the 40 in my hands, the bottle straight ups fits in my palms like the
Missin piece of a puzzle, so f*ck weed, I love trees, but now I'm freaking
Needing to guzzle some more brew, for sure, dude, before I become sober
I need to start slamming my mans, god damn it, I am hungover, but somehow I managed to stand

And I gathered the cans from last night, that's right, I'm broke as shit, first i smoke a cig
To help me cope with this stress and the pain, a cigarette makes me think a sec
About how I've done way too many drugs, and blazed too many nugs its
Left me with depression, and some dents in the brain, but f*ck it, I'm a twist trees

And sip these 24 plus 16's, til imma bloody corpse, six feet dead in the grave
Take the last hit of my square quick, then I'm hitting up Eric, like yo
I'm trying to return these cans, so we can be collecting the change
Aight, that's what it is, I'm coming quick, I'm getting you, man

He pulls up in the whip, calls me like, what up, witch ya kid
Nothing, ya dig feels like I've been passed out for several days
Word, you were faded, and I heard that you laid with some lesbian dame
Yeah I splurged in her face while I was getting some brains

So I guess you could say she's bisexual, man, aight, man, I'm outside the crib right now
Let's dip, strife, wow, that was quick, I'ma grab the cans and shit
And then we return, I'ma burn some big white owls
Now we're back outside the store, like the night before

I roll up to the counter with the guap in my left, and the brew in my right hand
Hmm, back again, what's happening, what you doing tonight, man

I'm tryna get so f*cked up that I start seeing double
So lets go to to the sto fosho and get some 4-0s we can guzzle
I'm tryna get so f*cked up that I start seeing double
So lets go to the sto fosho and get some 4-0s we can guzzle
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Writer: Paul Savinov
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