Up In Smoke (Fast) Lyrics

(Trap and music)

These hoes been wastin' my time, so I stay on my grind

Can't work no more nine-to-five, I'd rather trap for life

College, nah I ain't gon' finish

Music route, I think it's in me

Can't chase it down with Pink Whitney

That shit just fucked up my kidney

Depression, I got that feelin

The devil feel like he killin

Don't wanna see me with millions

They'd rather see me a villain

Uh, rather me in jail

And all my niggas get money so watch out for that bail

5K or less out tonight

Came a long way, days ain't still bright

We the refs, boy you gotta earn your stripes

We gon' share your hoe we don't fight

Least not when it come to bitches

Why he said opps ducking switches

Rod Wave, from rags to riches

Wanna play, it's blood and stitches

Wanna play, then, uh-uh

Wanna play, then you getting smashed

Freestyle, I'm on they ass

You got black and milds, I got the gas

He got black and milds, that nigga trash

Doin' the race, yeah, I'm hittin' the dash

More money? Put it in the stash

Slow down, got me coughin' fast

They tellin' me to go, but I said I want more

Been smokin' too much dope, so that codeine I pour

If it's murder that she wrote, then it's murder that I spoke

Need to find a way to cope, before I go up in smoke

Boom, you dead, see that can be so simple

Better start runnin, lil' nigga, cause I don't know my temple

You peek your head and we gon' pop you out just like a pimple

(Trap and music)