Smoke 101 Lyrics

Caught him at the light we slippin' up, this ain't no movie scene

Bumpin' to my music, stupid bitch, she keep her booty clean

Rubble on the double Paw Patrol, we pull up with the team

Everybody lookin' in, this like , who come after me

PJ, a bitch, everybody know that shit

Chance, I'm comin' for your ass, no argument

This bitch gon spit

Shoot the P, I hit his shit

Shoulder twitching, got a kick

Goofy, bitch, think he the shit

Chopper sprayin' at his back

Fuck a glocky and a Smith & Wesson I'm finna grab the mac

Yeah, bitch, now I'm laughin' at your stupid ass

Fuckin' on your hoe, she eat my dick, I hit her from the back

Turn her ass around, she bounce on dick, and then she throw it back

You don't get no pussy, stole your bitch, and then I gave her back

Pass her lil' Beatzy, me and him be hittin' pump fakes

I can't wait to shoot your stupid ass right on your birthday

Keep on actin' shiesty, we gon' wait until your first date

Nah, you can't get no bitches', wait until you see these switches

Beatin' on your hoe, now she post a cooking in my kitchen

Let me catch your ass, up at the store, bitch, I slime you out

I don't give a fuck, keep it shiesty, I'ma walk you down

Yeah, bitch, I'ma walk you down

I don't give a fuck about no diss, I'ma talk you out

I just started rappin' all this shit, the night that pop went out

You just kept on dodgin' all this smoke until the clock run out

Caught him at the light, we slippin' up, this ain't no movie scene

Bumpin' to my music, stupid bitch, she keep her booty clean

Rubber on the double, paw patrol, we pull up with the team

Everybody lookin' in this bitch like, who come after me

P.J. a bitch, everybody know that shit walk him down with this Mac 11 , fuckin' hit his lip

' stupid bitch done broke my heart again

I just beg her, she don't win, never trust a fuckin' hoe

That's why I don't let 'em in bitch

They say I say the same shit in my songs

That bitch gon' get passed up, if she ain't wearin' thongs

I don't give a fuck about these rapping , shit, I'm doin' it

Woke up one day, started singin' all this goofy shit

Roxzies in my body, mix it up, with the perc juice

She doin' magic tricks up on the dick, I made her skirt loose

Internet shootin' type of bitch, she just gon' hurt you

Smash your fuckin' head up on the road, see how this curve do

Rolls Royce, Cullinan, swerve off, let my brothers in

I think I just let fucking worse , and them troubles in

Fully automatic RPG, ain't no recovery

Pillowcase on his neck, choke him out, we smother him

Bitch, stop actin' fuckin' hard, you ain't no Shiestanem

Chance, Billy Dawson, all them bitches, we pick fights with them

If you pull up while we fuckin' shoot, you lose your life with them

Tellin' yo ass right now, that ain't what you wanna do, bitch