Smoke Lyrics

Castro what the fuck is happening

I need some new content

Castro stream yo shit on tik tok

Might get Addison

I don't need no white bitch dancing to my melodies

Envy and jealousy I wish up,up,up on my enemies

Some of my homies lock up in penitentiaries

Some in cemeteries

All I got is memories

Stop comparing me

To these weak ass celebrities

Jake and Logan Paul they say we got some similarities

But im a beaner with black power

And they crackers and they Cowards

And all y'all feed off his shit like some fucken fiens

January 6 the year 2017

My grandma passed away

So tell me who's gonna pray for me

Born in 95

I got the 95 clip on my grip

I'm gone kill you fucken pedophiles

If you get near them kids

You think I'm bluffing this ain't nothing

Call the cops I fear no pigs

If you're running then I'm hunting

I promise you won't exist

Logan Paul

You better recognize

I'm coming after you and your brother

I'm gone get mines

Austin broom

You better make some room

Every brotha ain't a brotha

I'm gone start with you

Lizzo please

I hope you listening

No one wants to see your fat ass on a tv screen

If you love your weight

Then there's no body shame

But if you don't then lift some weights

Instead of trynna hate

Thrill us

Or kill us with scissors

Or shoot us with cannon balls

You'll miss us

We winners

We sinners

We fear no man, we fear god

Brothas

And sistas

Just give us

More patients it won't be long

For potnous

To smack us

Some crackers

With hammers

Until they gone

Let me breathe

I don't wanna die

Agree to disagree

I Still won't reply

Give me the keys

Let's go for a ride

Day n night

I'm gone shine your wrongs in the light