Smokesome Lyrics

2L, 2, 2L, Z

whoa, whoa, watch out, watch out, whoa

Yeah, the devil talks to me, I can feel it in my bones

What does he want from me

He wants to take my fucking soul

Ain't no running, ain't no hiding, oh shit, yeah, I gotta go

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

He tryna test me, he tryna press me

Hold on, hold on, why you pressing

Why you testing me, why you testing me, yeah

So why you scared

Now you laying on the ground with them bullets, haha, haha, yo ass is dead

Don't give a fuck, don't give a damn

You tryna fuck with us, you get the BLAM

I want that money, lil' bitch, cuz I'm him

I want that money, that money, that money, that money

Yeah, all of it, give me that all of it

Money, money, money, money, nothing better than it

Yeah, I can hear them coming

Yeah, we tryna sneak em

You can't tell them nothing

Yeah, we gon' catch a lacking

Thirty bullets on em

Better start recording, cause my gun gon' start to poppin

Yeah, I got that two horns on top my head

That ain't the devil, lil' bitch, I'm the goat

I got them bullets with poisonous leads

You better duck little goose, here I go

I got a scoopa, I got them red shelly on target coopas

Yeah, they run like some troopers

I got them black Heli, mags heavy, guns ready, guns

steady, dead shot aiming at your heady, motherfuckers type of shooters

Yeah,

they speaking on me like they know me

You better go hushity hush like a monk

I get it ready, loaded up heavy

I'm making sure money is coming this month

I'm taking two E's to the back of the mind

I'ma go get it and get out the mud

I don't like slowing down that is for bums

I go full throttle, lil' bitch, let's have fun

Woah, whoa, watch out, watch out, whoa

Yeah, the devil talk to me

I can feel it in my bones

What does he want from me

He wants to take my fucking soul

Ain't no running, ain't no hiding

Oh yeah, I gotta go