Smoke

Lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] Let me hit that shit, nigga Here, nigga, hit this shit, grrr [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] I'm smokin' on some of that granddaddy purple indo smoke In the BM, rollin' with the windows low Bitches lookin' at a nigga like he ain't kinfolks, though (Ayy, bitch) They wanna put me in a bed and pull the windows closed I smoke like a chimney, I ain't got no enemies So I be smokin' many trees, thinkin' like a centipede Grrr, met a bitch named Gelato Coulda been a model, had her doin' the Jaylen Waddle All these bitches want is niggas to take they ass to Cabo Fishin' for tips, I love to see their head bobble Then I smash on the throttle and I'm off to the pad Pocket full of that Gary Payton with a .9 in the bag And I'm in the fast lane with a pocket of cash Yeah, I'm rollin' hella high but I'm not finna crash .45 in a sixty five, lookin' at the ocean Totin' blue dream, feelin' like it's slow motion Let's smoke [Chorus: Phonk Beta & Brotha Lynch Hung] I'm smokin', yeah (Nigga, let's smoke) I'm chokin', hell yeah (I give 'em they shine, let's smoke) Gettin' high today, high today High today, they steady smokin' Look, nigga, let's smoke Smokin' [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, I got on my twenty four jersey, yeah, them niggas know me Lookin' at me like Kobe, niggas call me O.G I'm high, watch 'em closely, touchin' on my heat This indo hit me so sweet but I stay on my feet 'Cause they might want some beef (Grrr), and I love that beat I'm the reaper creeper, you runnin' like wide receiver, deeper, sheesh Smokin' on that Cheech, I got receipts Life is deep, I got that .9 in the back seat If the math ain't mathin', yeah, I'm 'bout that action There will be distraction, creepin' up on your peeps (Creepin' up on your peeps) Isley Brother that nigga, put him between the sheets (Put him between the sheets) Ray Rice that nigga, I got blood all on my cleats (Blood all on my cleats) Just got my six-four, and a brand new pistol And I'm on the 101 drivin' like a schitzo .45 in a sixty five, lookin' at the ocean Totin' blue dream feelin' like it's slow motion Let's smoke [Chorus: Phonk Beta & Brotha Lynch Hung] I'm smokin', yeah (Nigga, let's smoke) I'm chokin', hell yeah (I give 'em they shine, let's smoke) Gettin' high today, high today High today, they steady smokin' Nigga, let's smoke Smokin' [Verse 3: V8] As I puff on a blunt, blowin' the smoke out my fronts Try to kill, nevs, I need to quit for months and months But every time I close my eyes, I see the greens Wrapped in plastic, strapped to my jeans The Mary Jane leaves a stain on my brain Puffin' on indo smoke, my brain puff out a vein but still maintain My whole composure, puffin' on doja Off the cookies and shit, I thought I told ya I grow my own shit, keepin' it steady Can't harvest yet, tryin' clones not ready You ever see me comin' in my drop-top 'stang You better run 'cause I'ma treat you like Saddam Hussein With the blunt in my mouth, better yet, a Backwood Stuffed with wedding cake and it's that good Mmm, yeah, I keep 'em in line (Keep 'em in line) But if they homie, I'll give 'em the shine So let's smoke [Chorus: Phonk Beta & V8] I'm smokin', yeah (I give 'em they shine, let's smoke) I'm chokin', hell yeah (Let's smoke) Gettin' high today, high today High today, they steady smokin' Let's smoke Smokin'