Smoke (feat. HVN & SoFaygo)
Smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
I run from the west with my heat
Finna call up my lil' freak
I know she be chargin' these niggas (charge)
'Cause that lil' pussy not cheap (yeah)
I just went and took off on 'em (took off on 'em)
Ran off with bags and sheesh (sheesh)
Next week it's all, all gone, I know you're proud of me
Draco two-tone, still locked in with the mo'
Nothin' but a whole bunch of hoes
Bustin' and grabbin' my roll (bustin' it)
Poppin' it, poppin' it
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Margelia shoes box I woke up and spent me a bag on designer
Chanel on her toes, Gucci or Pucci, you know that I'm eyein' her
I called up my bro then he bring a few sticks
We runnin' the club up
Got a bad ass bitch and she ridin' this dick
I just told her to giddy up
How could you hate when your figures low?
I just dropped ten and left in a Rolls
I was just bummy in overalls
Now I ain't fuckin' with none of y'all
It's only summer, wait for the fall
My aunt is watchin', how could I fall?
'95 Jordan, I'm back home
'95 Jordan, I'm back home
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Woah, come on
Okay, I just been rockin' these shows (damn)
Rackies on me, I got a big load (let's go)
Different time and I'm losing control (let's go, woo)
Losing control (woo)
Different time and I'm losing my focus (yeah)
Niggas said they gotta be jokin', mosh-pit, leave the shit open (yeah)
Fuck that, they trippin', yeah
Amiri, Amiri my denim, yeah
Rockstar shit, but I came with some hitters
Nigga play that, gon' hit 'em
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (yeah)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
I run from the west with my heat
Finna call up my lil' freak
I know she be chargin' these niggas (charge)
'Cause that lil' pussy not cheap (yeah)
I just went and took off on 'em (took off on 'em)
Ran off with bags and sheesh (sheesh)
Next week it's all, all gone, I know you're proud of me
Draco two-tone, still locked in with the mo'
Nothin' but a whole bunch of hoes
Bustin' and grabbin' my roll (bustin' it)
Poppin' it, poppin' it
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Margelia shoes box I woke up and spent me a bag on designer
Chanel on her toes, Gucci or Pucci, you know that I'm eyein' her
I called up my bro then he bring a few sticks
We runnin' the club up
Got a bad ass bitch and she ridin' this dick
I just told her to giddy up
How could you hate when your figures low?
I just dropped ten and left in a Rolls
I was just bummy in overalls
Now I ain't fuckin' with none of y'all
It's only summer, wait for the fall
My aunt is watchin', how could I fall?
'95 Jordan, I'm back home
'95 Jordan, I'm back home
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Woah, come on
Okay, I just been rockin' these shows (damn)
Rackies on me, I got a big load (let's go)
Different time and I'm losing control (let's go, woo)
Losing control (woo)
Different time and I'm losing my focus (yeah)
Niggas said they gotta be jokin', mosh-pit, leave the shit open (yeah)
Fuck that, they trippin', yeah
Amiri, Amiri my denim, yeah
Rockstar shit, but I came with some hitters
Nigga play that, gon' hit 'em
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (yeah)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Alfredo Lopez, Caleb Toliver, Giovon Edwards, Duprie Dekane Monroe, Andre Dontrel Burt Jr., Samm Niingungo
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