Who Want Smoke 2
Wake up nigga sleeping
I got work my soul weeping
Check my phone this bitches need me
Trying to hit the town, go and sip on some liquor
Rather hang with my bitch, not hang with no niggas
Locked in with my bitch, just like the penitentiary
They don't like to see me winning cause I'm getting to the digits
And they hate my song, cause they know a nigga trending
Like fuck you bitch try to hurt my feelings,
Like sipping the vodka had me really feeling guilty
Abused as a child and my sister was a witness,
Gotta sip this drink cause I don't want no feelings
Let's chase that bread, don't chase this bitches
Go play this hoes just like some tennis
Get blackout drunk off that Pink Whitney
And I got two hoes and they pretty no Ricky
And I got two glocks I ain't talking bout Mickey
Before I leave this party, better catch me a hickey
And I walk out the party leaving with three bitches
That's about three pussy's and only one glizzy
I put this Colgate in her mouth, yeah like a dentist
I'm fill her up with smoke I ain't talking bout the kidneys
Only bad bitches only cause you know a nigga picky
Bitch grab me the mop, because the pussy got me slippin
She don't know my first job where I was whippin up the chicken
And now I'm rich, I'm deceiving this bitches
Go throw that ass fast, I'm give you a ticket
And she throw it so fast, and I think it's getting vicious
And I think she need a spanking, so I'm bringing out the switches
And she high off my dick, she don't really need a swisher
We just getting turnt up bitch bring on the liquor
Like listening to the lyrics you gonna see a vivid picture
Steady blowing them O's not talking bout cereal
Feeling just like George cause a young nigga curious
Designer on my body, and my pants be Amari
Pull her pants right down, give her fast and the furious
I'm gentlemen, bitch and you know I'm not freaky
As I kiss on yo neck then yo pussy start leakin
Get blackout drunk off that Pink Whitney
And I got two hoes and they pretty no Ricky
And I got two glocks I ain't talking bout Mickey
Before I leave this party, better catch me a hickey
Don't cancel on a bitch cause you know she be trippin
And I lived with a lesbian and the bitch named Sydney
In the trenches phone didn't have no minutes
Try to live with my mom but she didn't wanna hear it
Should have saved my cash, I was spending on Fendi
Y'all loving my songs cause you know they hittin
And the bitches in the back and they saying that period
And getting turnt up, I don't hear no crickets
Remember having no friends so I'm talking to Siri
Embedded my lyrics in your brain I'm serious
If you get high to this shit now you addicted
And also to the drunks that consume that Whitney
If you at that party and you looking in the mirror
Yeah I've been there and questioned why I'm here
I got work my soul weeping
Check my phone this bitches need me
Trying to hit the town, go and sip on some liquor
Rather hang with my bitch, not hang with no niggas
Locked in with my bitch, just like the penitentiary
They don't like to see me winning cause I'm getting to the digits
And they hate my song, cause they know a nigga trending
Like fuck you bitch try to hurt my feelings,
Like sipping the vodka had me really feeling guilty
Abused as a child and my sister was a witness,
Gotta sip this drink cause I don't want no feelings
Let's chase that bread, don't chase this bitches
Go play this hoes just like some tennis
Get blackout drunk off that Pink Whitney
And I got two hoes and they pretty no Ricky
And I got two glocks I ain't talking bout Mickey
Before I leave this party, better catch me a hickey
And I walk out the party leaving with three bitches
That's about three pussy's and only one glizzy
I put this Colgate in her mouth, yeah like a dentist
I'm fill her up with smoke I ain't talking bout the kidneys
Only bad bitches only cause you know a nigga picky
Bitch grab me the mop, because the pussy got me slippin
She don't know my first job where I was whippin up the chicken
And now I'm rich, I'm deceiving this bitches
Go throw that ass fast, I'm give you a ticket
And she throw it so fast, and I think it's getting vicious
And I think she need a spanking, so I'm bringing out the switches
And she high off my dick, she don't really need a swisher
We just getting turnt up bitch bring on the liquor
Like listening to the lyrics you gonna see a vivid picture
Steady blowing them O's not talking bout cereal
Feeling just like George cause a young nigga curious
Designer on my body, and my pants be Amari
Pull her pants right down, give her fast and the furious
I'm gentlemen, bitch and you know I'm not freaky
As I kiss on yo neck then yo pussy start leakin
Get blackout drunk off that Pink Whitney
And I got two hoes and they pretty no Ricky
And I got two glocks I ain't talking bout Mickey
Before I leave this party, better catch me a hickey
Don't cancel on a bitch cause you know she be trippin
And I lived with a lesbian and the bitch named Sydney
In the trenches phone didn't have no minutes
Try to live with my mom but she didn't wanna hear it
Should have saved my cash, I was spending on Fendi
Y'all loving my songs cause you know they hittin
And the bitches in the back and they saying that period
And getting turnt up, I don't hear no crickets
Remember having no friends so I'm talking to Siri
Embedded my lyrics in your brain I'm serious
If you get high to this shit now you addicted
And also to the drunks that consume that Whitney
If you at that party and you looking in the mirror
Yeah I've been there and questioned why I'm here
Credits
Writer(s): Terrell Summerville
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