Big Smoke Lyrics

Yo, let's see what the fuck this shit sound like

Hmm, it's the big stone, I do this shit every time

Y'all know what it is

Bitch call me big stone, I blow the biggest dope

All this shit come off my dome, these niggas think it's wrote

I told them do not hit my phone if ain't bout getting pros

My baby girl wanna leave my home cause I keep getting blow

It's 33 inside this bitch, I got my stick on

She ask me where you bout to go cause you got drip on

I'm bout to link up with them bad guys in six fours

It's more than 20 poles, block hot like Crisco

Bitch I get pros, that's why I sip slow

I'm in the whip, I'm on that tip grabbing her lips though

A nigga bet not flinch, I'm quickly off my hip bro

The 762's hit his ribs and made him hip roll

We got big poles, fold you like a flip phone

The opps don't wanna link up with us, they some big hoes

Man I switch flows, just like I switch clothes

These niggas ain't chewing on shit, not even chips though

For real, look I run me up a bag everyday, do it for my fam

You broke as fuck, you call a plug to try to get a gram

You the type to give your social to me then I ham you

I'm the type to say a didn't go through that shit got canceled

I told her that I can change her life cause I got bands boo

She said you could spend a night but really I didn't plan to

I call her my lil' panda cause she eat the wood like bamboo

I'm running through this work, I feel like Rallo but not Famgoon

Hit the gas station, need some bicks and some cups

You don't pull up on bitches cause they picking you up

It's a deuce and two perks in this pop, mix it up

Whenever you see YSG its sticks in the cut

Bitch T me up, bitch T me up

Drop it down to the floor, pick that shit up

I got a fifth of Patron, pouring cups for the tucks

Twerking on her handstand with her feet on the trunk

Huh, if you don't see me with these niggas then they hated

I change my situations, that's why I keep medicated

I came in the house later than I do when I'm sedated

My baby hate it, she say I'ma talk to your ass later

I told her you don't worry about a thing cause you my favorite

I love your fragrance, I eat on that pussy for the flavor

I seen the cape in the closet, I guess you captain save em

I put my paper in the closet, the shoebox is my savings

Bitch call me big stone, I blow the biggest dope

All this shit come off my dome, these niggas think it's wrote

I told them do not hit my phone if ain't bout getting pros

My baby girl wanna leave my home cause I keep getting blow

It's 33 inside this bitch, I got my stick on

She ask me where you bout to go cause you got drip on

I'm bout to link up with them bad guys in six fours

It's more than 20 poles, block hot like Crisco

Bitch I get pros, that's why I sip slow

I'm in the whip, I'm on that tip grabbing her lips though

A nigga bet not flinch, I'm quickly off my hip bro

The 762's hit his ribs and made him hip roll

We got big poles, fold you like a flip phone

The opps don't wanna link up with us, they some big hoes

Man I switch flows, just like I switch clothes

These niggas ain't chewing on shit, not even chips though.