INDO SMOKE [RIP SCARECROW]
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Lyrics
Neros Beats [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Niggas know, thats on the real, niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Niggas know, thats on the real, niggas know, thats on the real [Verse 1: Dretti Franks] I'm on the creep with my nigga CURSED and we smokin' [?] I'm on Mac, if that bitch is bad we can smoke a sack Like Big Moe, I need that purple stuff, I don't give a fuck Droppin' bombs in the land of phonk, and we gettin' buck Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Claiming that you put in work, but you ain't ever in the field Always murkin' bustas with the quickness, get with this I flee the scene without a fucking witness, so feel this These niggas got the nuts to challenge me, boy you need to stop You ain't even fuckin' with my shadow, new CIAbot I finish him, now his body parts lay across the ground Tragedy, I remember now, he's dismembered now Me and CURSED ridin' in the SLAB and we smokin' blunts Haymaker speakers in the trunk doin' uppercuts Never underestimate this pimpin', I got hella steez Live from the underground and we smokin' killer trees, bitch! [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Niggas know, thats on the real, niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Niggas know, thats on the real, niggas know, thats on the real [Verse 2: CURSED] Never trippin' out them bustas, with the Glock I'm 'bouta to buck 'em I just never trust 'em on the block I'm goin' to hunt them to the death From the slug I'll take your breath, rollin' up I'm 'bout to rush a nigga's gonna duck and dive, you wanna test your luck? Cause I really just don't give a motherfuck My nigga Dretti got the pump and leave you dead inside the trunk Cause we serve the phonk, catch a fade If you want smokin' green, in my fuckin' cup it be that codeine, you know what's up Glock in my hand, got to make a dollar to a grand In the cent comin' up G, don't you understand? Lay it down, talk a pound, Dretti Frank, CURSED Go another round from the sound of the underground Killin' all you bustas mane, smokin' high, pourin' up On the way to the land of the phonk where we stay Smokin' blunts every got damn motherfuckin' day Out the cut we smokin' swishas, sippin' cuffs on the motherfucker [?] [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Niggas know, thats on the real, niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know, thats on the real Niggas know, thats on the real, niggas know, thats on the real Neros Beats [Outro: Lord Infamous, 8Ball & [?]] Fire the bud up, fire the bud up, fire the bud up Loungin' in the, loungin' in the, loungin' in the, loungin' in the Fire the bud up, fire the bud up, fire the bud up Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Fire the bud up, fire the bud up, fire the bud up Loungin' in the, loungin' in the, loungin' in the, loungin' in the Fire the bud up, fire the bud up, fire the bud up Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Fire the bud up, fire the bud up, fire the bud up Loungin' in the, loungin' in the, loungin' in the, loungin' in the Fire the bud up, fire the bud up, fire the bud up Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Fire the bud up, fire the bud up, fire the bud up Loungin' in the, loungin' in the, loungin' in the, loungin' in the Fire the bud up, fire the bud up, fire the bud up Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack [?] comin' at your ass fast, duck bitch 'fore I shoot these hollow points in your ass
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Credits
- Writers
- CURSED
- Dretti Franks
- Lord Infamous