Smoke (Freestyle) ft. Kvng Diablo Lyrics

If you want some fame nigga let us smoke you then

Every time they take a hit, they'll say they smokin' Ben

Don't be stretchin' for attention lookin' like I smoked a fan

We got a pole for every hoe, we gon' be smokin' in the stands

While we watchin' all yo bitches screamin' ABM, damn man

How you let yo baby mama give my ass a lap dance

She say that you be hidin' tail and you ain't even got hands

So sayin' prayers ain't gon' so take you time to make amends

Everybody know this and know that, but I ain't say it, so it's fuck it

Keep on lurkin' on me bitch that's why I'm always fuckin' public

I want you to see what I went through and how I rose above it

Shit was crucial to emotions threw some dirt on it and rubbed it

That's how fuckin' demons do it, that's how fuckin' demons do it

That's how fuckin' demons do it, that's how fuckin' demons do it

That's how fuckin' demons do it, that's how fuckin' demons do it

That's how fuckin' demons do it, that's how fuckin' demons do it

Niggas buyin' only fans got bitches actin' outta line

Say she ballin' in her court, but wanna cross over to mine

Only Spaldin' in my court, but I got D if you got time

Just 'cause she look successful don't mean that that bitch is worth a dime

For them I cannot wait in line, 'cause I know that they foolin' niggas

Pay for private stories and these bitches can't even fool on niggas

That ass just like a rock no jiggle it can't move on niggas

Diamonds like a rock no jiggle but they still will stool on niggas

That mean that I'm shittin' on these niggas and they bitch with a new face

No one to fuck her in that lace because her booty got no bass

My songs could shake shit better even if she had a waist

Spent they money on that goofy shit, we gotta rob they place

And this is why, why

When they die, die

I'ma smoke 'em for a high, shit gon' take me for a ride all damn night

I got one last thing to say to niggas from the light nigga bye

Niggas on the left stop lackin' keep the toolie tucked

Hit 'em with the forty shit feelin' like a uppercut

Shotty to his body make his organs do a double dutch

Yo BM givin' up again soundin' like you cuffed a slut

Add another opp to the pack feel like we smokin' runtz

Fuck it up, flip it with the chickens how it's finna go

Have fo'nem fuck on yo bitch since you wanna cuff a hoe

Fuck the bop, where that nigga at I'll let my chopper rock

Yo bitch catchin' trains while we higher than some astronauts

Riddle him with bullets til we make his fuckin' body flop

Finna make the gang jump his ass like its hopscotch

Trick or treat, be right at yo door nigga knock, knock

Then we dump the clip on yo ass nigga fire, fire

Whole time don't let me see him, finna come an flame him up

Niggas say they hard but they really actin' lame as fuck

Probably have to send some young niggas just to get you touched

Send him to his momma house, black and blue with some lumps

I'm done talkin' to this goofy nigga, Drip pop the trunk

Have him leanin' in his seat when he catch a couple slugs

Now his heart be soundin' real light, he just went above, bitch

And yo bitch is a sorry hoe

Why she runnin' for the dick, doin' good cardio?

Bro say her pussy for him and he get popped like he Mario

Aye I ain't touch the bitch, but heard that she a scholar yeah you know