smoke Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

This for all the times we ain't have shit

If it's smoke in then air then say that shit

My smoke in the air I take a hit

Ain't no problem, hopping out facing shit

Rocking these Vets and I spent a hundred

Spent fifty on day, then spend fifty the next day

Counting up guap go, you know the attire

Like Rey Mysterio, you know I'm a flyer

Love being geeked, yeah I'm getting higher

Yeah he a goofy he, tried to buy her

Took the tracks right, off the tires

We keep slidin, ain't no hang fire

Pop me a perc, I'm ready to go

They way that I'm trippin', they love my clothes

She ain't exotic, she looking like whoa

Talking about a bag, got it on my own

Maison Margiela the drip, I got on

Don't fuck with no niggas, don't know what they on

Huh, rockin' these pants and they pleaded up

Rick Owen's boots, I'm kickin' my feet up

Wanna come with the gang and she got the semi tucked

Ahead of these niggas don't need a leaderboard

Sippin' on wock might, go to Singapore

With my five, he keep his heat of course

Would go fuck on your bitch, but I already did it

No trapping me, I'm not goin' for no kids

All of these niggas, they pussy they rats

Yeah, yeah I'm havin' these racks

Put him on me, I'ma put em right back

Double the price, get his ass wacked

Real Rockstar, but, I stay in the trap

Wake up today, countin' these racks

She textin' my phone, asking, me where I'm at

Told her, come on, slide through the trap

She want me to send the lo where I'm at

Gave her directions, ain't send her my lo

I'm high off the wake, everyday I be throwed

Yeah, fuck on that bitch, tell her to go

Fuck on that bitch, tell her to go

Tell her to go

Tell her to go

Tell her to go