MAD SMOKE Lyrics

Puffin' on yo mans, yeah that shit be mad smoke

She say she a fan, she gon' move, she gon' backstroke

Tell me what's the plan, I got motherfuckers that go fast, ho

Lil Shawty popped too many xans, yeah huh, now her ass throwin'

Wap, wap, wap, wap, wap, throw that shit on back

She rock the crop top, top, top, top, that shit a motherfuckin' snack

That pussy nigga kick some rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, he ain't come motherfuckin' back

She wanna give me top, top, top, top, top, only if that motherfucker black

Begging for a handout, yeah these boys be mad broke

Cashflow, ass broke, yeah we go full thrash mode

My brother he whippin' the pan, yeah, ha

Yo shoes be looking off brand, uh huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got the motherfuckin' racks

Check out the damn stash yeah, yeah, yeah, that shit be motherfuckin' fat

Ain't go to damn class, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell nah I ain't walkin' in that

Type the R.I.P all up in that damn motherfuckin' chat

Can never be a wannabe, not a motherfuckin' gnat

Why that boy want something from me, he can't motherfuckin' rap

Who said I ain't fuckin with your bitch, man you got mad jokes

She said she can't take the dick, you know I'm pumping mad strokes

Black folks, black roast, you know we gon' smash bro

You say I ain't care, you ain't ask though

You got it real fair you ain't that low

Puffin' on yo mans, yeah that shit be mad smoke

She say she a fan, she gon' move, she gon' backstroke

Tell me what's the plan, I got motherfuckers that go fast, ho

Lil Shawty popped too many xans, yeah huh, now her ass throwin'

Yeah it's so much green, all that shit it come for me

Can't get away from the days where they be pumping that saline

Why you trippin' up and down can you just stick to the routine

I can't fuck around with no clown that boy be geekin' off codeine