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Smokey, tryna smoke a nigga

Ayy, uh, I can't switch up on none of my niggas, they been stuck with me

But it be niggas who be movin' like it's competition

She say Jefe you the one, but you just condescending

I'ma tell you how I feel, but it's just hard to send it

She like pull up on me, where you at, I'm on the road to riches

Tunnel vision, the dash got triple digits

I can call these niggas bluffs, but I'ma mind my business

I just pulled this bitch right out the trenches

I stay cautious, you can't catch me slippin

Off the head, this shit ain't never written

I just miss my dawg, I'm on my Roddy Riches

If it's smoke can bring the fog, these niggas move like bitches

I feel like I'm Mike Jones, pockets fat, I'm still tipping

On they head like it's a hot comb, they gon' burn they bridges

I been walkin' through the underground, I still don't fuck with niggas

I knew for a fact that they was talkin' down, outgrew em' by some inches

I been in my own lane, don't see no competition

On my own wave, this shit took repetition

Ain't no competition, ain't no competition

Ain't no need to act hard

I can really run this shit, I'm like a track star

He be cappin' to these bitches like his ass a trap star

This a high speed, she gon' ride this dick like it's a Nascar

Hold up, wait a minute, damn, I think that they just broke in

Nah, I just had to get that flow in

Ooh, that pussy wet, I gotta float in

They know I'm wavy with this shit just let it soak in