Smoke ft. YMOUS Lyrics

Chillin' with the tribe just like I'm Tip

If the gloves come off, the vibe is set I'm with it

Wanna die, you tryna ride then it's a mission

Posse's out, the gang is up, you trippin

Pistol on my hip just like I'm Top

If I shoot, I make a hit and watch it drop

Y'all mothafuckas really can't stop it

I'm off a bean and three shots, so just watch it

Paint swatches, matching the blood splatter

Red bottoms, everytime you mugs chatter

The faint opera, phantom,

Chillin' at the front of the mansion

The goal was for that and to

Make it happen

Diamonds dancing,

Trace the package

Way back to when Tyndall happened

Low again like Lenny Kravitz

Slow it down, she fit description

Cut her off and get to trippin

MOUS not lookin' for love, shit I don't think so

Got a new bad thing, she don't drink so

I'm rollin' her weed,

Cut her a bit of the gringo

Bad bitch nympho,

Off a bean, pinto,

Jewels, the money and the chain

Out the window, on your block

Sinful, I'm changing a bit

Need a new chain and a couple rings when I hit

How my dick taste off your bitch lip,

I'm comin' lets break a record

You dont talk for the streets

Real big dogs, we don't talk to police

My mind in a spacetime race to get faded

And faster than pape in the rain

Tell my mama I made it

It's in the stars, shit's beyond me at this point

And I don't need a gun, he finna flee at fistpoint

The gang strong, we can carry each other

Spo0n ain't even a friend of my motherfucker, that's my brother