Smoke Signals ft. JaceJay Lyrics

My drip on overflow you could go swimming

Drive the whip on open roads where there's no difference

Can't get me toe to toe 'cause I'm stoned and distant

I'm sipping slow and pouring up an old prescription

Bitch I know you know I'm doing GOAT business

Get the quota closed and show 'em no simping

Shit I go for gold and bro I'm only winning

And when I'm smoking dope I'm blowing smoke signals

Ooh

I'm 'bout to light it up yeah right here in the room

I feel like I'm flying I'm so high I hit the moon

Bet I got that fire and I'm supplying all the crew

Flexing on these guys that's no surprise I thought you knew

I'm the best don't test my grind unless you really want to lose

Opps upset they step aside they stressing when I'm walking through

Want my check correct no time for messing with my guap it's due

On God I'm blessed up next applying pressure bitch I'm on the move

Gimme all the loot like B.I.G.

Listen imma prove I'm lit

Shit I want a coupe and crib

This is not no stupid diss

But if I gotta shoot won't miss

Get them frosted jewels all crisp

Grip the ball then shoot and swish

Hit the mall then scoop a fit

I missed your call 'cause I was busy

But can bet that if I fuck with you

Then imma call you back, and that's a fact, yeah

I been a don up in my city all this effort

That I put in to get popping off the map

No cap won't lack, yeah

I been involved with lots of shit

And I been threatened but I stuck to roots

No time to fall in traps, I handle that, yeah

Ain't getting caught with all these zips

Like it's a question what the youngin' do

My mind be on a sack, gon' stack them racks, yeah

My drip on overflow you could go swimming

Drive the whip on open roads where there's no difference

Can't get me toe to toe 'cause I'm stoned and distant

I'm sipping slow and pouring up an old prescription

Bitch I know you know I'm doing GOAT business

Get the quota closed and show 'em no simping

Shit I go for gold and bro I'm only winning

And when I'm smoking dope I'm blowing smoke signals

Smoke signals

Pull up I'm dropping like four missiles

You looking static like a couple's pictures

I pour up a three and you know that's simple

You crashed your wings, on both symbols

I get to the money, the bag triple

I trip over triples, my flag crippled

I'm moving along, so I pass niggas, look

Wrap it up, pack it up

Double up, trap it

.40 on me while in traffic

I make it disappear like magic

I drop top the coupe when I'm taking off

Pistol packing, gotta lay 'em off

It's a tough time just to get 'em off

I wrap up a brick and I bring it home