Smoke Signals
Me and my baby, Riding on top, We ducking the federal
Linked up with G, Yea he fucked up, Yea my dawg
Just Jake, I'm tip toeing, Yeah fuck a tight rope
Sending out smoke signals, I hope u find those
Yeah it's deep out in these trees, Yeah I know
You can catch me knee deep, All in them pines tho
With my baby sea deep, Pull out them binos
Ay, ay I hope you find those
Come take a peak and feel this and come and vibe hoe
Tippin toeing round the fire, Feelin like the tribe hoe
U see the waves, This sandy beach, I'm drinkin out the pint tho
Cryo and my eyes low, Big dope, Bilingual
I'm talkin out my ass but my baby likes the ring tho
She gas me up, I gas her up, I guess we stacked like Pringles
Big chips and big bank, We ain't never single
Ayy... yea that's my dawg
Ayy... fuck a tight rope
Ayy sending smoke signals, hope you find those
Reaching out, Sending hope
I hope you good, I know it's slow
Breathing heavy, Taste the smoke
Give a signal and we go
Three brothers, One stage, You don't understand
We don't rest on Sunday's, We do it for our mans
Never had a option and we never had a plan
Just a bumpy dirt road and a white minivan
Didnt get it out the mud we got it out the sound
We been poppin out the inlet now we packin out the crowd
Look at Rosie's little injuns, Wish that she could see us now
We did it all for Kyler, bruh I hope we make you proud
Reaching out, Sending hope
I hope you good, I know it's slow
Breathing heavy, Taste the smoke
Give a signal and we go
Linked up with G, Yea he fucked up, Yea my dawg
Just Jake, I'm tip toeing, Yeah fuck a tight rope
Sending out smoke signals, I hope u find those
Yeah it's deep out in these trees, Yeah I know
You can catch me knee deep, All in them pines tho
With my baby sea deep, Pull out them binos
Ay, ay I hope you find those
Come take a peak and feel this and come and vibe hoe
Tippin toeing round the fire, Feelin like the tribe hoe
U see the waves, This sandy beach, I'm drinkin out the pint tho
Cryo and my eyes low, Big dope, Bilingual
I'm talkin out my ass but my baby likes the ring tho
She gas me up, I gas her up, I guess we stacked like Pringles
Big chips and big bank, We ain't never single
Ayy... yea that's my dawg
Ayy... fuck a tight rope
Ayy sending smoke signals, hope you find those
Reaching out, Sending hope
I hope you good, I know it's slow
Breathing heavy, Taste the smoke
Give a signal and we go
Three brothers, One stage, You don't understand
We don't rest on Sunday's, We do it for our mans
Never had a option and we never had a plan
Just a bumpy dirt road and a white minivan
Didnt get it out the mud we got it out the sound
We been poppin out the inlet now we packin out the crowd
Look at Rosie's little injuns, Wish that she could see us now
We did it all for Kyler, bruh I hope we make you proud
Reaching out, Sending hope
I hope you good, I know it's slow
Breathing heavy, Taste the smoke
Give a signal and we go
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Swenson, Jake Swenson
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