Free Smoke
Nigga said he want smoke come and roll up
Dawgy on the way said he finna fuck bro up
Why you acting like a hoe, you got no nuts?
Finna get pissed off if I don't blow up
I got grams he do scams so let's serve and jam
Call my Nina Gina don't get popped tryna impress Pam
I can't argue with you my guy you acting like a ma'am
I ain't dodging shit lil boy I'm really tryna ram
I don't like the tone in yo voice, do you wanna hit
I see you got no respect, no way you just spit?
Do you want yo head cracked or do you want it split?
Do you want yo ball back? Come get it Ricky Rick
City getting too cold that's why I got this heater
Even in the summer time I rock it with a beater
How you in love with her Brody, you ain't even meet her
Don't be mad when you find out she a whole eater
Now I gotta talk my shit so just let me speak
Keep them crunchy bars to you and not up on the beat
Stop sending me a S cause I don't do streaks
Quit pocket watching too you niggas is geeks
I'm in love with Mary J ain't talking Blidge
Broke niggas running off, he think he plies?
Catch me pulling up in all black like I'm a spy
57 ways to learn the sauce like it was Heinz
57 ways to hit a bitch and break her spine
Brody said he looking for the drank he need some lines
27th bar and I just forgot my rhyme
Tryna take it back like a vcr tryna rewind
Baby need to join the army cause she want attention
I don't even know you why the fuck I'm being mentioned?
My boy always got ice like he in suspension
If you follow niggas I assume that you're a henchman
Call me Roscoe cause I'm all about the Benjamins
You know I keep it spicy like I'm walking round with cinnamon
Yo niggas let you get dropped mortal kombat finish him
I'm tryna run it up all year like I hit the gym
Stop tryna figure me out I'm not a riddle
Growing up missing days back when we was little
Young dawg talk to so fast he speak scribble
Everytime i touch the ass it's gone jiggle
Nigga said he want smoke come and roll up
Dawgy on the way said he finna fuck bro up
Why you acting like a hoe, you got no nuts?
Finna get pissed off if I don't blow up
Dawgy on the way said he finna fuck bro up
Why you acting like a hoe, you got no nuts?
Finna get pissed off if I don't blow up
I got grams he do scams so let's serve and jam
Call my Nina Gina don't get popped tryna impress Pam
I can't argue with you my guy you acting like a ma'am
I ain't dodging shit lil boy I'm really tryna ram
I don't like the tone in yo voice, do you wanna hit
I see you got no respect, no way you just spit?
Do you want yo head cracked or do you want it split?
Do you want yo ball back? Come get it Ricky Rick
City getting too cold that's why I got this heater
Even in the summer time I rock it with a beater
How you in love with her Brody, you ain't even meet her
Don't be mad when you find out she a whole eater
Now I gotta talk my shit so just let me speak
Keep them crunchy bars to you and not up on the beat
Stop sending me a S cause I don't do streaks
Quit pocket watching too you niggas is geeks
I'm in love with Mary J ain't talking Blidge
Broke niggas running off, he think he plies?
Catch me pulling up in all black like I'm a spy
57 ways to learn the sauce like it was Heinz
57 ways to hit a bitch and break her spine
Brody said he looking for the drank he need some lines
27th bar and I just forgot my rhyme
Tryna take it back like a vcr tryna rewind
Baby need to join the army cause she want attention
I don't even know you why the fuck I'm being mentioned?
My boy always got ice like he in suspension
If you follow niggas I assume that you're a henchman
Call me Roscoe cause I'm all about the Benjamins
You know I keep it spicy like I'm walking round with cinnamon
Yo niggas let you get dropped mortal kombat finish him
I'm tryna run it up all year like I hit the gym
Stop tryna figure me out I'm not a riddle
Growing up missing days back when we was little
Young dawg talk to so fast he speak scribble
Everytime i touch the ass it's gone jiggle
Nigga said he want smoke come and roll up
Dawgy on the way said he finna fuck bro up
Why you acting like a hoe, you got no nuts?
Finna get pissed off if I don't blow up
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Writer(s): Kesean Roberts
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