Who Want Smoke 2 Lyrics

Wake up nigga sleeping

I got work my soul weeping

Check my phone this bitches need me

Trying to hit the town, go and sip on some liquor

Rather hang with my bitch, not hang with no niggas

Locked in with my bitch, just like the penitentiary

They don't like to see me winning cause I'm getting to the digits

And they hate my song, cause they know a nigga trending

Like fuck you bitch try to hurt my feelings,

Like sipping the vodka had me really feeling guilty

Abused as a child and my sister was a witness,

Gotta sip this drink cause I don't want no feelings

Let's chase that bread, don't chase this bitches

Go play this hoes just like some tennis

Get blackout drunk off that Pink Whitney

And I got two hoes and they pretty no Ricky

And I got two glocks I ain't talking bout Mickey

Before I leave this party, better catch me a hickey

And I walk out the party leaving with three bitches

That's about three pussy's and only one glizzy

I put this Colgate in her mouth, yeah like a dentist

I'm fill her up with smoke I ain't talking bout the kidneys

Only bad bitches only cause you know a nigga picky

Bitch grab me the mop, because the pussy got me slippin

She don't know my first job where I was whippin up the chicken

And now I'm rich, I'm deceiving this bitches

Go throw that ass fast, I'm give you a ticket

And she throw it so fast, and I think it's getting vicious

And I think she need a spanking, so I'm bringing out the switches

And she high off my dick, she don't really need a swisher

We just getting turnt up bitch bring on the liquor

Like listening to the lyrics you gonna see a vivid picture

Steady blowing them O's not talking bout cereal

Feeling just like George cause a young nigga curious

Designer on my body, and my pants be Amari

Pull her pants right down, give her fast and the furious

I'm gentlemen, bitch and you know I'm not freaky

As I kiss on yo neck then yo pussy start leakin

Get blackout drunk off that Pink Whitney

And I got two hoes and they pretty no Ricky

And I got two glocks I ain't talking bout Mickey

Before I leave this party, better catch me a hickey

Don't cancel on a bitch cause you know she be trippin

And I lived with a lesbian and the bitch named Sydney

In the trenches phone didn't have no minutes

Try to live with my mom but she didn't wanna hear it

Should have saved my cash, I was spending on Fendi

Y'all loving my songs cause you know they hittin

And the bitches in the back and they saying that period

And getting turnt up, I don't hear no crickets

Remember having no friends so I'm talking to Siri

Embedded my lyrics in your brain I'm serious

If you get high to this shit now you addicted

And also to the drunks that consume that Whitney

If you at that party and you looking in the mirror

Yeah I've been there and questioned why I'm here