Anti-Social Smokers Club (From Jxmtro)
Slim Jxmmi
Ear Drummers
Uh, straight up out a fuckin' dream
Michael Jordan with the rings
Louis to my fuckin' sleeves
Bitch, you see who bustin' cheese
Come and hit this fuckin' weed
Live, ride, smoke, luxury
Swear this shit ain't nun to me
Blowin' money fun to me
What this money done to me?
All these motherfuckin' haters
I'ma give 'em somethin' to see
All this motherfuckin' paper
I'ma spend it how I please
50K on some jewelry, I got chains, I got rings
I got chains, I got rings
I got chains, I got rings
Damn, that young nigga fleek
Dirty Timbs, Nudie Jeans
Hundreds bustin' through the seams
Man these niggas losin' steam
LV's all over me
You know who the fuck it be (Slim Jxmmi)
You see this money that we spendin', it ain't counterfeit
Them niggas can't get in the buildin', they ain't on the list
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin' with the clique
We came to get it poppin', tell me if you with the shit
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it's over with
No these niggas did not come with us, it's over with
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it's over with
No these niggas did not come with us, it's over with
They done fucked up and let me bring on the street in here
Who the fuck can help me smoke up all this reefer here?
All you smell is Backwoods and Swisher Sweets in here
Keep them bottles poppin', bitches tryna drink in here
I'm in space, what's in my cup, might be that dirty drank
Spending paper in the club, who tryna break the bank?
Nigga say he with the crew, but no the fuck you ain't
I can see it in your eyes that you a fuckin' snake
Killin' haters with success, I'm drippin' like a lake
Ay yo D, I got that guap that make them bitches shake
See me in that drop, they hyperventilate
That's why your boyfriend wanna take me on a dinner date
You see this money that we spending
It ain't counterfeit (ain't counterfeit)
Them niggas can't get in the building
They ain't on the list (ain't on the list)
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin' with the clique
(What, what?)
We came to get it poppin', tell me if you with the shit
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it's over with
No these niggas did not come with us, it's over with
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it's over with
No these niggas did not come with us, it's over with
It's over with
Ear Drummers
Uh, straight up out a fuckin' dream
Michael Jordan with the rings
Louis to my fuckin' sleeves
Bitch, you see who bustin' cheese
Come and hit this fuckin' weed
Live, ride, smoke, luxury
Swear this shit ain't nun to me
Blowin' money fun to me
What this money done to me?
All these motherfuckin' haters
I'ma give 'em somethin' to see
All this motherfuckin' paper
I'ma spend it how I please
50K on some jewelry, I got chains, I got rings
I got chains, I got rings
I got chains, I got rings
Damn, that young nigga fleek
Dirty Timbs, Nudie Jeans
Hundreds bustin' through the seams
Man these niggas losin' steam
LV's all over me
You know who the fuck it be (Slim Jxmmi)
You see this money that we spendin', it ain't counterfeit
Them niggas can't get in the buildin', they ain't on the list
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin' with the clique
We came to get it poppin', tell me if you with the shit
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it's over with
No these niggas did not come with us, it's over with
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it's over with
No these niggas did not come with us, it's over with
They done fucked up and let me bring on the street in here
Who the fuck can help me smoke up all this reefer here?
All you smell is Backwoods and Swisher Sweets in here
Keep them bottles poppin', bitches tryna drink in here
I'm in space, what's in my cup, might be that dirty drank
Spending paper in the club, who tryna break the bank?
Nigga say he with the crew, but no the fuck you ain't
I can see it in your eyes that you a fuckin' snake
Killin' haters with success, I'm drippin' like a lake
Ay yo D, I got that guap that make them bitches shake
See me in that drop, they hyperventilate
That's why your boyfriend wanna take me on a dinner date
You see this money that we spending
It ain't counterfeit (ain't counterfeit)
Them niggas can't get in the building
They ain't on the list (ain't on the list)
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin' with the clique
(What, what?)
We came to get it poppin', tell me if you with the shit
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it's over with
No these niggas did not come with us, it's over with
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it's over with
No these niggas did not come with us, it's over with
It's over with
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Writer(s): Tyler Langley, Aaquil Iben Shamon Brown, Gregory Lloyd
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