Video Stoned de Ac3beats 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ac3beats - Stoned Lyrics

[Intro: Chuuwee, Trizz]
See, that's why I don't like having two blunts in rotation
While its only a couple niggas smokin'
Well, nah, nigga, if you just keep...
Remembering who to pass it to
It shouldn't be a problem
You know what I'm sayin'?
Aye, it go this way bruh, ay, it go this way! Ah, fuck

[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
Sharpest niggas since razor blades and chainsaws
If the dome great, I'd love to pick at her brain more
Marijuana the medicine, keep the flame warm
Smokin' Ls in the booth is what I sustain for

[Verse 2: Trizz]
I've used words you've never heard before
Bad words with adverbs, let my brain restore
Fuck yo pretty punchlines and them lame metaphores
These niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
They just tryna record, I'm bored

[Verse 3: Chuuwee]
Ain't a stain on me even if it's seven days worn
Vans on and if I had 'em, nigga, my Js torn
I straight sworn to fuck bitches when they swarm
Bs in the trap, blowin' bomb like napalm
[Verse 4: Trizz, with Chuuwee]
My spit is venomous, mentally fuckin' intricate
Sick as shit, I be rippin' shit, niggas ain't comprehending this
Typical nigga written shit
How much money they gettin'?
And how much pussy they hittin'
You gotta fuckin' be kidding me

[Verse 5: Chuuwee]
The aesthetic of still driving with a straight warrant
I swear that they don't want it, still pull up skateboarding
That nigga Chuuwee just surf by like wake-boardin'
How I'm not the best like, how could a nigga hate Jordan

[Verse 6: Trizz]
Fuck a nigga wearing Js, these Taylors fit fine
Don't get it twisted, I ain't broke, shit I be gettin' mine
Nigga, I keep it real, I'd rather die than live a lie
I live alive, alive I live, until I die, I'm gettin' by

[Verse 7: Chuuwee, Trizz, Both]
The most blunted, most niggas do much frontin'
I'm buck chasin' and duck huntin' to fuck somethin'
Or fuck up shit, nigga, we came to break somethin'
Yo face, yo car windows, or in yo place, youngin' In yo place, youngin' all up in yo face thuggin'
Where them duckets? Niggas gotta eat Fuck modesty apologies, I see the chance to make some comradery
I pass, ain't gone be no lazy ass nigga stoppin' me
Wall Street stock market poppin' off properly
Mach speed yachts, bitch, I reach for the impossibly
[Verse 8: Trizz]
Impossibly possibly, I'm probably deep as Socrates
When I was cuttin' up bodies, shit became a commodity
Forgot I had some Nas in me, niggas forgot the Pac in me
Walked the streets of Compton with shockingly no K-Dot in me

[Verse 9: Chuuwee, Trizz, Both]
If she don't drink sake, she can't rock with me
If she ain't smokin' no tweed, get out the cock pit
Please, please, please, peace, peace, peace
Be easy for that mili meezy, speak, speak, speak
She cheated on her nigga for three weeks, she creep
She talk about yo' business in the streets, she weak
Don't talk a lot of business to these freaks
The freaks speak, be tellin' all yo enemies
Yo street, Peach Street
Drink, drink, drink, bitch, drink! Lay on the bed and let me sink
My dick into yo' petite
Tight squeeze between them cheeks
We ease between them sheets
We hittin' sexual peaks
Sensation is so unique

[Verse 10: Chuuwee]
They value the rhyme spit, like diamonds Sierra Le'
You niggas ain't scarin' me, you apparently Sarah Lee
I put you in therapy, I ain't stingy to share the heat
There's no comparing to me, these niggas is incomplete
[Outro: Chuuwee, Trizz]
I get high,I get high
And get off,and get off
My shit ride,my shit ride
My shit raw,my shit raw
I get high,I get high
And get off,and get off
I get high,I get high
And get off,and get off
My shit ride,my shit ride
My shit raw,my shit raw
I get high,I get high
And get off,and get off
I get high,I get high
And get off,and get off
Nigga!