NuSmoove
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
It's King Bishop, You know i'm tryna get witcha
Go put some clothes on we bouta go take some pictures
I'm on God mode I don't think you listenin
I'm bout to leave this realm and go on another mission
Yeah you heard me right
Ima leave this earth and be made of light
Explore the universe all day and night
That don't even matter on this earth realm right
But anyway
Time to go and make these plays
Police killin everyday
Still we givin them they pay
Hold up, wait a minute
What if it was you
What if it was you
Your face on the news
Hold up, wait a minute
It's bouta be you
It's bouta be you
You pay for what you do
But i'm just a divine messenger
You better take head to what i'm telling ya
Me and my tribe boutta get to this chedada
And just by being here i'm boutta make the world betta
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna smoke lil mama we can watch some firestick
Touchin yeah we cuddlin, hit you with that fye dick
I stay wit my dawgs just like my name was Mike Vick
Cuzzo be makin crazy movies, you can call me Brad pitt
But i'm back wit it
my nigga oj free and he did it
Me and bishop higher than the old twin towers
Smokin on that cauliflower, gettin money by the hour
when it rain yeah it shower, these police killin by the hour
Yeah my flow just like the nile, Im a business man
James st patrick off of power
I'm committed those my vows
Bishop Cuzzo, it's finna be a breeze
That nine stay in the pocket like drew brees
I'm hittin her from the back, while she grabbin on the sheets
I feel like Kirk Cousins man i'm boutta throw it deep
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
It's King Bishop, You know i'm tryna get witcha
Go put some clothes on we bouta go take some pictures
I'm on God mode I don't think you listenin
I'm bout to leave this realm and go on another mission
Yeah you heard me right
Ima leave this earth and be made of light
Explore the universe all day and night
That don't even matter on this earth realm right
But anyway
Time to go and make these plays
Police killin everyday
Still we givin them they pay
Hold up, wait a minute
What if it was you
What if it was you
Your face on the news
Hold up, wait a minute
It's bouta be you
It's bouta be you
You pay for what you do
But i'm just a divine messenger
You better take head to what i'm telling ya
Me and my tribe boutta get to this chedada
And just by being here i'm boutta make the world betta
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna smoke lil mama we can watch some firestick
Touchin yeah we cuddlin, hit you with that fye dick
I stay wit my dawgs just like my name was Mike Vick
Cuzzo be makin crazy movies, you can call me Brad pitt
But i'm back wit it
my nigga oj free and he did it
Me and bishop higher than the old twin towers
Smokin on that cauliflower, gettin money by the hour
when it rain yeah it shower, these police killin by the hour
Yeah my flow just like the nile, Im a business man
James st patrick off of power
I'm committed those my vows
Bishop Cuzzo, it's finna be a breeze
That nine stay in the pocket like drew brees
I'm hittin her from the back, while she grabbin on the sheets
I feel like Kirk Cousins man i'm boutta throw it deep
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna smoke, and chill
Do my own thing and chill
I'm just tryna smoke, i'm just tryna chill
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Writer(s): Tarik Mckeython
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