Exotic Smoke

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[Chorus: Tony Shhnow] Exotic smoke you smell it through the duffle bag Jewelry worth a hundred bands Choppa on me make him do the running man Turn into a bitch, here go Juwanna Mann Tony have an arsenal like Iron Man Wet a nigga up, I'm the fire man Bandana 'round the Glock like the Taliban Police they don't like me, I got contraband She know I got drive, not the Uber man Fuck her till she tired, I got two of them Try it, ruler clips, I'm a movie man [Verse 1 - Tony Shhnow] I can't love the bitch, I'll ruin her She say she in love but the wholе time I was just using her Working out the pack, I been moving up Old niggas mad 'causе I'm sacked up They don't know what to do with us All my niggas junkies to my jewelry They gon' shoot shit up I sold all my Timbs but I still got this hoe booted up She wanna be seen, sorry hoe No you ain't made the cut They turned into fuckers 'cause they know that they can't fuck with us [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Nigga, they know that I'm big body anywhere I'm pulling up Lizzo how I shame a slut Ray J scoot it up Hit her first buss it off a perc and took her out her but But you know I put in work I'm kicking shit, not kicking syrup In the cut sliced up, uh yeah [?] Meditating on it, uh red nose pitbull Y'all niggas shitzus Pussy ass little dude Aim and I'll hit you Cash got a fistful Pulling on her hair from the back got a fistful Uh, BDSM she a dirty bitch, I might just --- you Ooo, I take it back I swear to God Don't get me cancelled Dropping breadcrumbs on the floor for Gretel like I'm Hansel Tall red stallion she came and got dismantled Rode her ass like an equestrian, damn near lasted Freak bitch like to get humiliated, so I pantsed her Promethazine pastor She ain't bad boy you gassed up [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] Exotic smoke, you smell it through the duffle bag Jewelry worth a hundred bands Choppa on me make him do the running man Turn into a bitch, here go Juwanna Mann Tony have an arsenal like Iron Man Wet a nigga up I'm the fire man Bandana 'round the Glock like the Taliban Police they don't like me, I got contraband She know I got drive, not the Uber man Fuck her till she tired, I got two of them Try it, ruler clips, I'm a movie man
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Credits
- Writers
- Robb Bank$
- Tony Shhnow