Smoke

Yeah, it's Young Ev
Ay, ay, ay, I feel like I'm Youngboy right now
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm strapped in this booth, cuz
You feel me

You know that my gang, gon' ride
Let me clear this shit up, bitch, my gang, gon' slide
If you ain't with my gang, you must be a lame, bye
We don't really need you, so stay in your lane, let's ride
I just filled my tank
Let's ride, smoking dope, blowing that dank
I'm fried, I can tell which ones a fake
They lying, only real ones can relate to my life

Straight up, I'm out in the field. My family told me to chill
but they don't know this shit is real. I'm fighting the pain, I'm getting high like Shaquille
My money stand tall like O'Neal, Buffalo Bills
All in my pocket, my activist make sure it come with a seal
Because if it don't, we get you smoked, that's a deal
They gon' put me back in jail, house on the hills
That's where I wanna be, that's where I'm gonna be before I'm twenty-three
Please do not fuck with me, talking about pumping me, it's gon' get ugly
House on the hills, that's where I wanna be, that's where I'm gonna be before I'm twenty-Three
Please do not fuck with me, talking about pumping me, it's gon' get ugly

You know that my gang, gon' ride
Let me clear this shit up, bitch, my gang, gon' slide
If you ain't wit my gang, then you must be a lame
Bye, we don't really need you, so stay in your lane
Let's ride, I just filled my tank
Let's ride, smoking, dope blowing that dank
I'm fried, I can tell which ones a fake
They lie, only real ones can relate to my life
Nobody want smoke, I get you smoked like a sack
I get you gon' hit the road
You don't want smoke, don't make me hit up bro Pak
Quan and Checc right down the road
Who want smoke, don't hit my jack
You know I'm on sixth, or I'm right up the road
I'm chillin' by Moh's
You know where I'm at, the hood Taught me how to get shit on my own
And bitch it's a raid if I renegade
Knock his ass out of the game
He was Fu Gazy, we can't relate
I'm a gorilla bitch I chill with apes
Don't make a mistake, cause you'll get erased
Don't got no money for my time to waste
I got that cane, bitch I got that paste
After one line, you'll go numb in the face
I get it straight from the mud
I got it straight from the plug
No love coming from the bottom
Now they see me up above
Enemies I keep a pump
Get you smoked with a slug
Get you smoked with a slug, and
I ain't talking bout a bug
Nobody want smoke
I get you smoked like a cig
I get you hit with that cig
Never on lack
That's how we live
I'm from the Burgh bitch
I'm from the bridge
Who want smoke, I got that pack
After one hit of this, you getting lit
Bitch I'm a dog, don't fuck with these cats
We aren't the same, that's just what it is

You know that my gang,
Go ride, let me clear this shit up
Bitch my gang, gon' slide
If you ain't with the gang, then you must be a lame
Bye, we don't really need you, so stay in your lane
Let's ride, I just filled my tank
Let's ride, smoking dope
Blowing that dank
I'm fried, I can tell which one's are fake
They lie, only real ones can relate
To my life
Anything else is irrelevant
Fuck what you think, because
I didn't tell them shit
Fuck what you know, because
I didn't sell them shit,
We get them smoked just like a L and M
Anything else is irrelevant, fuck what you think, because
I didn't tell them shit, fuck what you know, because
I didn't sell him shit,
We get them smoked just like a L and M

Yeah, M-Block
Wolfgang, SFN

You know that my gang
Gon' ride, let me clear this shit up
Bitch my gang, gon' ride
If you ain't with the gang
Then you must be a lame, bye
We don't really need you,
So stay in your lane
Let's ride, I just filled my tank
Let's ride, ooh, smoking dope
Blowing that dank
I'm fried, I can tell which ones a fake
They lying, only wrong ones can relate
To my life



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Writer(s): Evan Stewart
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