Clear the Smoke

Keep me a stick this ain't a lick
I'm too in love with them Dracos
Keep me a bi-ch who think she the sh-t
We gone go up on them hatin h-es

I'm not impressed with none of that sh-t
I'm tryna run up a Bankroll
I'm just a mess he got finessed
Ran off and got me a new phone

I'm tryna clear that smoke
These ni—as runnin like h-es, yeah whoa
These ni—as think I'm broke
Pockets always on swoll yea yea

Two h-es think I'm the goat
Both of these h-es my h-es, yeah whoa
I will never trust no h-e
I will give both of them smoke

I then jumped back to reality
Glizzy protection who said I was panicking
Send shots at da bottom
He keep poppin off imma about to send shots at ya balcony

He thought I was flexin but he got the message
I bet he know now not to fu-k with me
On the way to the plug 200 in dubs
He already know to look out for me

Them ni—as was envious they go to a pillow and talk to ha
They sendin them shots from the sidewalk
Dat load on da way and we all eat
What the fu-k is these lil ni—as hatin bout

Stick and dat glizzy diamond my pendant pardon my soul
Handle your business why the fu-k is you trippin these ni—as h-es
Keep me a stick this ain't a lick
I'm too in love with them Dracos

Keep me a bi-ch who think she the sh-t
We gone go off on them hatin h-es
I'm not impressed with none of that sh-t
I'm tryna run up a Bankroll

I'm just a mess he got finessed
Ran off and got me a new phone
I'm tryna clear that smoke these ni—as
Runnin like h-es, yeah whoa

These ni—as think I'm broke
Pockets always on swoll yeah, yeah
Two h-es think I'm the goat
Both of these h-es my h-es, yeah whoa

I will never trust no h-e I will give both of them smoke
Boy you a bi-ch you and yo click
I'm on the block with them rods out
Boy you not this no I'm not that

It's only a few that's gonna ride out
Im having my way betta get outta my way i'm in the fast lane
Murder my case if a fu-k ni—a play
I'll buss a bi-ch brain

Two shots, three shots I put the K on him
The streets hot, he got knocked
They build a case on him
Re rock, halftime I made a zip off him

Smoking exotic might catch me a body
Grady gone catch him a body
Keep me a stick this ain't a lick
I'm too in love with them Dracos

Keep me a bi-ch who think she the sh-t
We gone go off on them hatin h-es
I'm not impressed with none of that sh-t
I'm tryna run up a Bankroll

I'm just a mess he got finessed
Ran off and got me a new phone
I'm tryna clear that smoke these ni—as
Runnin like h-es, yeah whoa

These ni—as think I'm broke
Pockets always on swoll yeah yeah
Two h-es think I'm the goat
Both of these h-es my h-es, yeah whoa

I will never trust no h-e
I will give both of them smoke



Credits
Writer(s): Demario Scott
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