Smoke

Lyrics

[Intro: LD] *'This nigga no matter what, he's always tryin' to catch the opps' 'It doesn't matter what, If that's not dedication,'* Fuck the opps *'This nigga got ADHD out here'* [Hook: Monkey] Put smoke in the streets Ring ring trap ring ring trap line poppin' off like beats Smokey on the back road in the 4-door spittin' bad teeth When me and bro was in your estate you was with bae tucked in your sheets You was with bae tucked in your sheets Put smoke in the streets Ring ring trap ring ring trap line poppin' off like beats Smokey in the back road in the 4-door spittin' bad teeth When me and bro was in your estate you was with bae tucked in your sheets You was with bae tucked in your sheets [Verse 1: LD] Line poppin' off like b-bells Asap somewhere kway on his ones surrounded by seashells I don't wanna bag this box, more time I don't wanna sea scales And I think about the moola, moola, then I'm outside tryna see sales 67 put food at the market, can't tell me shit about retail Gorz got four and a half for the shit that he sells He didn't need a seatbelt White boy on the wind like Bell I think about the days I was locked up like how the fuck could you tell Snitch boys have the whole shells Stepped into a trap K stepped in M stepped and you know we worked that mash Like if I see my man here, bare life corn garn crash K took P's M took grub then you know we skkred then dash [Hook: Monkey] Put smoke in the streets Ring ring trap ring ring trap line poppin' off like beats Smokey on the back road in the 4-door spittin' bad teeth When me and bro was in your estate you was with bae tucked in your sheets You was with bae tucked in your sheets Put smoke in the streets Ring ring trap ring ring trap line poppin' off like beats Smokey in the back road in the 4-door spittin' bad teeth When me and bro was in your estate you was with bae tucked in your sheets You was with bae tucked in your sheets [Verse 2: Monkey] We left with a spinner My drillas do drills they drill, my niggas hot like Twitter One way, pull up, crash, manna really talk this rate sim simma In skengs we trust man I smoke any opp boy for M and dimma Kway back going ride with skeng, free bro bro 'cause that's my nigga From the football times and the truck Free the conspiracy gang and then Jigga Bang the hammer bro bang it too So why should I need them hitter Fuck the bitch but she suck my dick Dat girl know she a pitta Dat girl know she a pitta One day in the ring me and bro banged up Didn't get no dinner Lord forgive on my sins Lord forgive me on the sins I'm a sinner Live corn in that spinner (crash, crash) You don't wanna see ASAP cheff man backroad with Dippa We skrred round with the wizza (skrrt, skrrt!) [Hook: Monkey] Put smoke in the streets Ring ring trap ring ring trap line poppin' off like beats Smokey on the back road in the 4-door spittin' bad teeth When me and bro was in your estate you was with bae tucked in your sheets You was with bae tucked in your sheets Put smoke in the streets Ring ring trap ring ring trap line poppin' off like beats Smokey in the back road in the 4-door spittin' bad teeth When me and bro was in your estate you was with bae tucked in your sheets You was with bae tucked in your sheets [Verse 3: Mental K] I'm a g shotting oz on the road (g shotting oz) Ring ring trap ring ring trap line popping off like Slowz (Brr-brr!) Skeng in a LV pouch on the opp block doing ten toes (ten toes) When me and SC stepped out everybody ran in doors (skrr) (everybody ran in doors) (dasheen!) Running through the 6 with the 67 Obbo on the 8 crazy (Tulse Hill) You won't see my face LD When I foul play like Baby Couldn't give a toss if you rate me Either way I'm still getting paid g Pushing works ahlie this is 80s Fuck the slice I came for the cake g (fuck the slice I came for the cake g) Hold up with the nine and the 4s (hold up with the nine and the 4s) (ohhhh shiiit!) Coz I've been breaking down all these nines and the fours And the fours phone the plug can you line me some more (can you line me some more) (I need it right now) Mana man are on job like I ain't told man before [Hook: Monkey] Put smoke in the streets Ring ring trap ring ring trap line poppin' off like beats Smokey on the back road in the 4-door spittin' bad teeth When me and bro was in your estate you was with bae tucked in your sheets You was with bae tucked in your sheets Put smoke in the streets Ring ring trap ring ring trap line poppin' off like beats Smokey in the back road in the 4-door spittin' bad teeth When me and bro was in your estate you was with bae tucked in your sheets You was with bae tucked in your sheets