Smoke Sum ft. D.B Chapo & Y2K Treezy Lyrics

Tryna smoke sum

Tryna smoke sum

Tryna smoke sum

Tryna smoke sum

Tryna smoke sum

We finna white chalk em glock'll turn his head into a donut

Bitch I'm scooting heavy with the clique and we ain't moving slow sun

Bitch I'm shooting steady with this blick and still I'm not the only one

He thought he was toting something deadly still, it was a show stunt

Stunnin' with the blick, I'm ready, 50 shots'll make the pole bust

Pound of fent it just came in it damn near took a whole month

Shit I'm tryna smoke so bring the pack I said to bring

Bounce em off the rope, I got my back against the ring

I'm tryna score, why you lackin, you be actin' for a stream

I don't know, just tryna know why he think Pacsun got some heat

Bitch, I think you need practice with your piece

Bitch, I think you need practice with your piece

Bitch, I think you need practice to go live a life like me

Bitch, I think you need practice to go move a pack of weed

If he come back to life again, I'll strike him down with all the flashes in this beam

Fuck it let's go spin his block I'm rockin' my opponent with these hands

I think I could pick up Oklahoma

Bitch, I think it's a stickup, get the fuck up out that focus

Before I have to make you get down on your knees and pray to Moses

I could get a pound of fent, we really press shit

Your mans was loafin' at the bench, that's how he got his neck bent

I'm bout the bankroll lil bitch, your man be on his fifth cent

I know they gon' rat, they gon' tell, they be on that bitch shit

I know who they is, where they at, what they gonna do

I know I got blicks, I got packs, I got money too

I know it's a stick to his back if he muggin' rude

I know I got the nic and got the nac it's AK coming through

Ayy, yeah, I got it comin' through

Animals up in the trap look like a motherfuckin' zoo

And I need a new gun cause my old one lost another screw

Yeah I drop some, pop some, if I hear a phone call then I know the cops come

Got a 50 rubber banded to the Glock, a hot gun

I'm the type to kill a opp and fuckin' kill the opp's son

That revolver cockin' back, I got a fuckin' hot thumb

Yeah, the way we turn the city round it's lookin' just like Gotham

I got bankrolls in the pocket, but I started from the bottom

I got bitches throwin' fists like they tryna go box some

Hear the whistle by the ear, I knew I heard a shot come

Got it meltin' off the bottom, know the bitch a hot drum

392 up in the engine and I got it supercharged

400 horses up in the whip and I'ma run them all

Giddie up bitch, I'm on the road hope I don't swerve it off

I'ma hit the mall and walk inside and blow a 30 ball

They're like, what you doin, chapo? I don't know

They're like, what you doin, chapo? Why you hit the pothole

I was tryna swerve, but the foot was on the throttle

I got bitches and bitches that tryna pop another bottle

And the popo found the bones like I discovered a new fossil

That whole block is filled with squares like a motherfuckin' waffle

And the Glocky in the jeans the reason I walk like a model ho

I feel like I'm Franklin, I just flipped me a damn kilo

Jason Tatum in the gun because my bullets down to zero

You ain't been the man to do this, you can't be no superhero

Kick the goofies out of Casa cause they actin' like some weirdos

Yeah, they actin' like some, actin' like some weirdos

Yeah, they actin' like some weirdos

Yeah, I know

Yeah, they actin' like some weirdos

I know

Yeah, they actin' like some weirdos

What the fuck

What the fuck

Why you actin' like a weirdo

What the fuck

Why the fuck you actin' like a weirdo, for real

Fuckin' weirdo

Tryna smoke sum

We finna white chalk em glock'll turn his head into a donut

Bitch I'm scooting heavy with the clique and we ain't moving slow sun

Bitch I'm shooting steady with this blick and still I'm not the only one

He thought he was toting something deadly still, it was a show stunt

Stunnin' with the blick, I'm ready, 50 shots'll make the pole bust

Pound of fent it just came in it damn near took a whole month

Uh I like to go fast

Swerving in and out of traffic, nigga, I do the dash

This ain't no rocket, nigga, but I'm finna have me a blast

Goin' 140, a nigga hopin' that he don't crash

Certified lover boy, but this bitch got me finna spaz

Five gram extendo we blowing on that exotic gas

Nigga piss me off so we hop out the whip to beat his ass

Bitch bad as fuck, but she a ho so I never bag

She ain't wanna fuck with me, that's why her son ain't got a dad

Fuckin' on my bitch from the back, she call me daddy

Nigga said is you gon' kill me over nothin, I told him gladly

Hop out with the switch on the back of a drum, yeah, we blow him down

Stuffed his body in a box just like Saw that can't find his crown

There's a shooter in the back with an MP5, he'll walk you down

Hit him with a 22 they still think he drowned

Hit him in his top, nigga, flew just like a Frisbee

Twin Glocks on my hip, call him Mordecai and Rigby

I ain't D low, but these niggas still tryna get it with me

I don't drink a lot, but I mix that vodka with that Henny

Bought some Forgiatos, bitches cost 2K a piece

Bust his head in with a sludge hammer hope he rest in peace

Rollin' up Gelato, yeah, I'm smokin' on exotic trees

Bitch, tryna smoke what

I said, bitch, I'm tryna smoke sum