Free Smoke Lyrics

Im sick of these niggas that keep tryna lecture me

All of ya show money a feature check to me

Hand round her throat and I make her obsessed wit me

You pussies keep chatting

These niggas keep testing me

I got sum drip like I swam in the 7 seas

I'm a hit maker, bitch I got the recipe

She said she sick of these lame niggas

Baby come over I'll make sure I rewrite ur destiny

Im sick of these niggas that keep tryna lecture me

All of ya show money a feature check to me

Hand round her throat and I make her obsessed wit me

You pussies keep chatting

These niggas keep testing me

I got sum drip like I swam in the 7 seas

I'm a hit maker, bitch I got the recipe

She said she sick of these lame niggas

Baby come over I'll make sure I rewrite ur destiny

U say a 45 right on ya hip, lil nigga u cappin, we know u ain't toting no gun

U rap just for fun I rap for a living

I been in the system to many times wit em

Im talking bout real killers hang wit sum villains

They'll shoot u broad day right in front of ur children

Im sorry lil boy but u not a real rapper

u a bonafied capper

I came out the struggle

Built my castle from rubble

I came up in here wit duffel

I'm sorry lil boy ion tussle

came wit a blick and a muzzle

U say that u ready to get it

We shutting him up

I got an angel on my shoulder

But the devil in my hand

My Glock like extension of my body

Know that I got the whole plan

I'm laying the blueprints down and I'm turning ur girl from a fan to a Stan

What could you say that I'm short and I'm lightskin and pretty

Shit ion even own a buss down

But I could still make ur bitch buss down

Take her top off

And u could ask her why she wanna put her Titties all up in my mouth

I'm causing damage to these girls friends groups

And I'm sorry but ur best friend was collateral once I hit pass her right back like a lateral

Im sick of these niggas that keep tryna lecture me

All of ya show money a feature check to me

Hand round her throat and I make her obsessed wit me

You pussies keep chatting

These niggas keep testing me

I got sum drip like I swam in the 7 seas

I'm a hit maker, bitch I got the recipe

She said she sick of these lame niggas

Baby come over I'll make sure I rewrite ur destiny

Im sick of these niggas that keep tryna lecture me

All of ya show money a feature check to me

Hand round her throat and I make her obsessed wit me

You pussies keep chatting

These niggas keep testing me

I got sum drip like I swam in the 7 seas

I'm a hit maker, bitch I got the recipe

She said she sick of these lame niggas

Baby come over I'll make sure I rewrite ur destiny

He said that he wanna scrap

Bitch I'm a boxer I'll knock you off the fucking map

I need all the bread u owe stat

No i ain't giving yall niggas no daps

Pulling her hair while I fuck from the back

She arching her back and that shit looking fat

Baby I got something else to come give you lil girl just come over here suck it like that

Ion give a fuck about all the phonies

Hoes act like they know me

It's funny your main bitch she keep tryna bone me

My brass tips got a fine lead point just like a pencil

The beam sketch him out like a stencil

Do not paint me in assumption pardon this interruption

You know that I'm finna cause combustion cuz my voice makes these hoes elevate just wait for consumption

Baby don't rush in, vodka in my system just like a Russian

Fuck u doin girl u know we ain't touching

I ain't the one that need loving

I'll call that lil hoe cp3 she aint getting no ring from me