STEVE LACY Lyrics

Smoke like Cheech and Chong

Brodie just got in some new flavors

Shooters at your door

We pop up just like the newspaper

Cheech and, Cheech and Chong

Brodie just got in some new flavors

Shooters at your door

We pop up just like the newspaper

(Squad)

Yeah I hear 'em talking

What that bag say

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I hear 'em talking

What that bag say

I just smoked a op and put him out inside the ashtray

My new b*tch she thick just like my pockets on a bad day

My glock it do damage

Got bad habits just like Steve Lacy

(Aye)

I just hit the plug

I'm mad as f*ck because the P shaky

(Wooo, Wooo)

(Squad, squad, Squad)

I can't hang around the cap like the hats on graduation

All I rock expensive fabric

Your whole life is fabricated

(Ah, Ah, Ah)

Money, money Peewee long

I been counting up the blue faces

Smoke like Cheech and Chong

Brodie just got in some new flavors

Shooters at your door

We pop up just like the newpaper

Shoot it at his dome

Turn that boy into a news maker

Crosses on my Chrome

now I look just like a crusader

My b*tch she strapped up

(Ugh)

She look just like tomb raider

The trap done got backed up

(Ugh)

Its gon' need some new maintenance

This Maybach black as f*ck

It look just like Fantasia

Pour Act inside this cup

That sh*t get me activated

I ball just like Walter Payton

My money tall what the f*ck is they saying

Mix the ops with Gary Peyton

N*gga want smoke then its hell that we raising

Audi came with 4 rings

I'm not even engaged yet

I'm not f*cking with n*ggas like C.O.D game chat

Boy I might hit a stain like some motherf*cking Ajax

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Ugh

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Ugh

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Ugh

Ugh

Ugh

I hear 'em talking

What that bag say

I just smoked a op and put him out inside the ashtray

My new b*tch she thick just like my pockets on a bad day

My glock it do damage

Got bad habits just like Steve Lacy

(Aye)