On yo head ft. BouttaBagTrinn Lyrics

It's Smoky Nigga

Got my niggas on his head looking through a telescope

I'm that nigga that you heard in the streets selling dope

Rollin' up bodies while you rollin' up cones

Like Barry Bonds hit em then I send a nigga home

Turn a semi to auto, run dirty to the fullest

Run up on the plug, teach you how to do this

Ten toes, four deep, in your hood doin' walk-ins

Come shop with me and Trin, nigga we locked in

Told em to fuck with that bitch, y'all hear boppin

Told Trin we gang, nigga we fab, but locked in

Me and my cousin, ayy, we in the studio

Big choppa look like a leg, ayy, why you mad, nigga

Because your girl in my bed, matter of fact

I was in your driveway, get a head

I had to cut the trigger, because she wanted my bread

Ayy, this some light work, comin' straight from my head

Always changin' my number, these bitches call life spam

You want somewhere to lay your head, them niggas pay me the rent

They got tenants, he's like a bitch, yeah, female dog

Niggas ain't help Trin, so I ain't passin' the ball

I was climbin' the hill, they was prayin' for me to fall

Heard you fightin' the case, well, you better call Saul

They'll snitch on they brother, just to get some time off

Niggas rock fake chains, they neck turnin' green

My palms itchin', your bitch missin

I tell em get to the bag, but they don't listen

My palms itchin', your bitch missin

I tell em get to the bag, but they don't listen

My palms itchin', your bitch missin

I tell em get to the bag, but they don't listen

My palms itchin', your bitch missin

I tell em get to the bag, but they don't listen

My palms itchin', your bitch missin

I tell em get to the bag, but they don't listen