When I Smoke You ft. Dalton Witt & Jayrad Lyrics

Take a trip to the South Side

Looking for the profits they be hiding, they ain't outside

Riding with this fully, tryna make another man die

If he with his bitch, we hit him both and make they mam's cry

Typing all on Twitter, why you lying, you ain't outside

All the opps be sleepin', we just gon' call em Joe Biden

Paranoia, hard to sleep, cause of all the mob ties

In and out the streets, can't find no peace, this a hard life

Sliding with the Draco, in the A-R, that's a pistol kit

I don't give no fuck about nobody, we gon' get him hit

Many men tried to get me, feeling like I'm 50 Cent

But I'm in Stab City, with that pistol, feeling ignorant

Chopstick, really lift him up, and flip the whip he in

Sliding on his beat, I'm preaching shit like a Philippian

They was talking shit, so now it's beef, there ain't no peace again

I'm riding on your O.G, he never to be seen again

Riding with the same Glock I went and smoked a baller with

Now I got a Switch, and I'm back and forth, trying to drill that shit

I just made a pack, now I'm posting up for the Twitter pics

Remember used to write, now I'm punching in on my Rio shit

Ay, guess I'm a drank dummy, pull me up a four

Hold the Sprite, cause I like it muddy

Man on the moon, smoking gas, feeling like Cudi

Heard he was a rat, so you know them boys had to cut him

Heard he was a rat, he a bitch, I don't like a snitch

Bands in my pockets from the profits, off an easy lick

Catch another body in the city, then I'm leaving quick

Make another round around the block, this the third trip

First 48, but it's too late, it's been a homicide

Gang up in the whip, I spin the block, I'm on the other side

Hit him with the Glock, then he be shaking like it's winter time

Brody hit his head, but he ain't dead, so it's overtime

Fuck the loss, fuck the ballers, fuck the profits too

If we catch you down bad, we gon' split you right in two

I'ma show you how I run this shit, show you how I do

It's a price up on my head, but you ain't seen me on the news

I with gang up in the city, popping percs and sipping juice

Finna hit the streets up, and I'ma let the choppa loose

I'ma catch another body when I pull up in that coupe

I'ts a automatic shotty with my bro hanging out the roof