Smoke

Lyrics

[Intro] Load me up, IV Tay Keith, this too hard [Verse 1: BlocBoy JB] I'm back in my bag, they stealin' my swag But this the original flow (Flow) If I see a opp, then I'm peelin' his boat (Woah) Fuck a fourth of that lean, pour a pint on his toe (Word) Now who want the smoke? (Word) Yeah, I-I want the smoke (Word) Fuck all that talkin', lets meet at yo' door (The door) I'm Peda Roll Mafia, Big BabyLoc (Yeah, yeah, Crip) And I got tiny Locs (Crip) And I fuck with the Folks, and I fuck with the joes And I fuck with the Bloods (My blatts) My bitch keep a strap, I ain't fuckin with studs (Studs) Just fucked a bitch, but I told her it's love (Huh) I was so down, I looked up, seen the sidewalk (Huh, sidewalk) Me and my brothers, we played in the mud (That's on my mama) I'm feeling Offset, I just might bustdown a Carti' (Carti') So bitch, if it's up, then it's stuck (Bustdown, stuck) What you gon' do when you up in that combat Bullets start hitting the back of yo' truck? (Truck) My throwaway was a XD compact 9 lemon squeeze was the one that I bust (Grrah) He want the beef, put him up in a lunch pack (Lunch pack) I ain't smokin' opps, they was killed out of love (Killed out of love, facts) I'm gettin' high, lil' baby, that's a fun fact (Gas) But marijuana is my only drug (Gas) [Verse 2: EST Gee] I'm off a ex lap, tryn' give a dirt nap Can't feel my perc yet, must been a dud I'm tryna bump on this beef, I like contact Niggas was scared to come out where we was Hollow tips hit him, explode on contact Rip him up, quickest way get him a buzz (Bow, bow, bow) He don't drop videos 'cause he too broke to go buy him some clothes, your nigga a bum AR flip a car, rip through the motor It sound like explosives, a bunch of alarms I got a switch on a nine with a drum It shoot faster than Bryant, no way he can run I don't feel sympathy, turn to a memory Cuttin' my dawg up for me and the bruhs I got some good smack, tying my backpack Hit it with Superman, turn it to fudge [Verse 3: BlocBoy JB] I'm feelin' Shiesty, I just put his mans in the Durk So tell him to get it in blood (Grr, blood) I'm Uncle Elroy, these rappers Day-Day I swear these niggas my lil' bitty boys When I got locked up, it was for robbery Went back to school and they gave me a board You got me fucked up, thinking 'bout robbin' me Up with the Drac', make him mission abort (Abort) I got into it when we played the basketball I was the first to take shit off the court (Word) I'm on the block, man, I feel like I'm Marc Gasol I was just plotting on robbin' the source (Source) I lay him down, make him count to a thousand He move, he gon' die before he make a choice (Yeah, yeah, yeah, move) Look in his eyes, I can tell he a bitch Man, I know he didn't hop off the porch, he was forced