Smoke (feat. J Klipz)

Who want the smoke
Cuz yk i got it
Dot up on ya head cuz u outta pocket
Who want some more
In these ripped jeans
Hit hit hit is what I make its a routine
Who want the smoke
Cuz yk i got it
Dot up on ya head cuz u outta pocket
Who want some more
In these ripped jeans
Hit hit hit is what I make its a routine

Issa routine better tell ya boys stand back
Make a movie play it back and you know that it slaps
At the end of my teens I'm tryna put me on the map
Got the homies making all these stacks right in the trap

And I can't complain
Life is what I make it if I'm sad it's just me to blame
got the drive and the mary jane
If they say there's no lane then fuck it I'm just taking a plane

Stepping in the game you know I'm walking bucket
I'm gonna give you war and (warren) regret like buffet
Just me need no label I am not ur puppet
Independent music gonna get up right unto the summit

Tuning in I don't really give a fuck about the views
For the people that were nice but just quit well thank you
Leaving room for the one even tho I'm brand new
Ima rookie putting numbers up that's what I'm used to

Got my mindset
Every consequence make me who I am no regrets
Till the sunset
Taking gambles in my life is like playing Russian roulette

Who want the smoke
Cuz you know I got it
Dot up on ya head cuz u outta pocket
Who wants some more
In these ripped jeans
Hit hit hit is what I make its a routine



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Drews
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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