Holy Smokes
DAMN NIGGA WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU OVER HERE DOING ALL THIS BULLSHIT FOR WHAT THOUGH? WHAT THE HELL?
(Imma do the hook first, aye, aye)
Holy Smokes, I swear to god I sold my soul then got high!
Holy Smokes, I swear to god I sold my soul then got high!
Holy Smokes, I swear to god I sold my soul then got high!
Holy Smokes, I swear to god! I swear to god! I swear to god!
Stumble out the studio
It's 2:04 AM
I ain't with the jazz I ain't Mudiay and them
I been too late coming in
I been coolin with my friends
I been zooted I'm on 10
Yeah my granny mad as hell
Cuz' the fumes is coming in
Just a couple years and ill be zooming in the Benz
I know i'm too intelligent
To be spittin' the shit i'm spittin'
Cuz' it's easy
Believe me
My pockets looking greasy
You other niggas Pee-Wee
Herman
I don't feel no pressure Erick Sermon
What I do is what I do that shit ain't yo concern bitch
I listened to ya mixtape it's sounding like some bird shit
All my verses clean like laundry detergent
I'm surgin we splurgin on studio equipment
Call me king james how these little niggas witness
Steadily watching me counting my chicken
Y'all might wanna run when we bomb it's defenseless
I wanna, I wanna put you In the lime light
Set a mood we could get to that sublime height
Ouu we gettin' faded for 3
I just hit the plug, he re-upped on a P
Whole lotta mob shit
Recorded in the closet
Now they just gossip
You would've thought I lost it
Bout went to boston
Memphis just like ah shit
Down in the mosh pit
I really thought of boss shit
Kicking ass and taking names they learning from the shaman
Understand this family pain we cook it up like ramen
In the stu from day to day like Adam say we all in
Never leaving anyway from second hand I'm coughin'
Spit that shit in sentences
I'm grinding on my nemesis
I'm grinding for my kids and shit
I mix it up like chemists'
I struggled with my penmanship
I spit it out like venom bitch
TikTok bitches dissing this but Kellan speaking benefits
I wanna, I wanna put you In the lime light
Set a mood we could get to that sublime height
Ouu we gettin' faded for 3
I just hit the plug, he re-upped on a P
Smoking on that pack, uh huh
I want all the smoke
Focused on the cash, uh huh
Sick of being broke
Habits bad I disagree
Pull up to the function
With some ash on my hoodie
I got a bag of the goodies
They looking mad as they could be
(Imma do the hook first, aye, aye)
Holy Smokes, I swear to god I sold my soul then got high!
Holy Smokes, I swear to god I sold my soul then got high!
Holy Smokes, I swear to god I sold my soul then got high!
Holy Smokes, I swear to god! I swear to god! I swear to god!
Stumble out the studio
It's 2:04 AM
I ain't with the jazz I ain't Mudiay and them
I been too late coming in
I been coolin with my friends
I been zooted I'm on 10
Yeah my granny mad as hell
Cuz' the fumes is coming in
Just a couple years and ill be zooming in the Benz
I know i'm too intelligent
To be spittin' the shit i'm spittin'
Cuz' it's easy
Believe me
My pockets looking greasy
You other niggas Pee-Wee
Herman
I don't feel no pressure Erick Sermon
What I do is what I do that shit ain't yo concern bitch
I listened to ya mixtape it's sounding like some bird shit
All my verses clean like laundry detergent
I'm surgin we splurgin on studio equipment
Call me king james how these little niggas witness
Steadily watching me counting my chicken
Y'all might wanna run when we bomb it's defenseless
I wanna, I wanna put you In the lime light
Set a mood we could get to that sublime height
Ouu we gettin' faded for 3
I just hit the plug, he re-upped on a P
Whole lotta mob shit
Recorded in the closet
Now they just gossip
You would've thought I lost it
Bout went to boston
Memphis just like ah shit
Down in the mosh pit
I really thought of boss shit
Kicking ass and taking names they learning from the shaman
Understand this family pain we cook it up like ramen
In the stu from day to day like Adam say we all in
Never leaving anyway from second hand I'm coughin'
Spit that shit in sentences
I'm grinding on my nemesis
I'm grinding for my kids and shit
I mix it up like chemists'
I struggled with my penmanship
I spit it out like venom bitch
TikTok bitches dissing this but Kellan speaking benefits
I wanna, I wanna put you In the lime light
Set a mood we could get to that sublime height
Ouu we gettin' faded for 3
I just hit the plug, he re-upped on a P
Smoking on that pack, uh huh
I want all the smoke
Focused on the cash, uh huh
Sick of being broke
Habits bad I disagree
Pull up to the function
With some ash on my hoodie
I got a bag of the goodies
They looking mad as they could be
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Writer(s): Jackson Haynes
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