Big Smoke

Don't know the name of what I'm smoking
This that Big Shmoke
Around my waste
You know I'm toting
This that Big Shmoke
These hands are rated e for everybody
Free smoke, Free Smoke
How many rounds i gotta reload, reload
Yuh
Beast Mode, Beast Mode
Yuh

30 for 30
22 in my peripheral
Just ice me down
And double cupp me at my funeral

I do my lil two step shuffle when I'm really lit
Too thick my muddy had to cut it with a lil liq
Threw in some Jays n Cartiers just to complete the fit
White styrofoam
It keep me comfy this shit really hit

I'm smoking paper
I keep papers
Never been on papers
Bitch fuck a hater
I'm darth vader
I'on need no favor
Been smoking flavors
1 with nature
Roll up by the acre
It's nothing major
Misbehavior
Something like a player

Posted with ya girl
Looking cozy then a bitch
You can call me dollar general
Neck a shasta lemon twist
Gold frames on my peripherals
And you do not exist
He was claiming opposition
Broski put 'em in a spliff

Get it in
Bout the Bandz
Believe that shit get hasty
I be getting to the Ms
Now lil mama wanna taste me
I ain't stopping
You can't make me
I ain't joshin'
Gotta drake me
Got the sauce i'm dripping daily
Operate 'er smooth like Sade

Push the button make it start
I'm glowing in the dark
Made my life a movie
Everyday my favorite part
I just roll it up and spark
Still ain't even hit my arch
You get all this smoke for free
You ain't gotta add to cart

BANDZ



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Morgan Terrero
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