#FreeSmook Lyrics

10 rubber bands

17 racks

I feel like Gucci mane

I'm put in play

I'm like a point guard

Shooting like Steph

My gun ain't jam

All them opps just ran

Got damn them niggas fast

Got damn I'm finna crash

My body tired

Lemme call the bank

I need this money wired

I'm in need of reflection

I'm tired of stressing

I just hope god

Save me some blessings

New iPhone

The money calling

Not texting

I had a dream I died

Never took another nap

Green Nike tech

Full of green

Call it green on green

Add a Tec with a beam

Green on green on green

I'm unstoppable

I keep going

I'm unbeatable

My phone got no service

I'm unreachable

I'm getting more attention

I'm untouchable

Come on now

Let's be realistic

You Stunting on this app

Them shoes fugazzy

You fat and lazy

I be seeing y'all post talking

About I got a $20 a hr job

Or I'm doing forex but

I still see you in the same position

You was in last year

You not elevating yo ass drowning

I'm a angry individual

My temper like a balloon

You think I'm a goofy

You think I'm a bufoon

Stop thinking

I know my worth

I know who I am

Ian a gangsta

I'll still blam

All this unreleased music

They ask when I'm dropping

Be patient

This show ain't stopping

It's on and popping

I see myself 5 years ahead

Living faster

In a bigger bed

With a bad Lil John

Giving me head

This bop faster than G80 sedan

Which shoe Should I rock today

Which chain should I cop Today

She ask my age I'm 21

But she say my dick 41

I'm living up to my age

Grown ass man

Use to scrape for bands

Rest in peace Nino

Been my boy since the sand

I'ma run it up

Free smook

This still the plan

I'ma run it up

Free smook

This still the plan

Damn

Un

Jah onna beat