SMOKIN ON THEM
Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothin'
Ayy, don't butt deal with it, we swervin' (we swervin')
It was stolen cars I was hoppin' out with my Glock, tryna give me a murder (pop, pop)
Huh, come on, now we in 'em tinted suburbans (suburbans)
Pullin' up in all black just for the Glock to match her purse (match her purse)
Come on, bingo on body for body (a body)
Fuck that, I'm tryna stack up the profit, I love that
I was 13, runnin' around like Rugrat
I'm tryna numb all the pain, where the drugs at?
Gucci (come on), Louis (come on), spend it (come on), blew it (come on)
'Member 'em days (come on), when I couldn't even do it (come on)
I ain't even need a nigga back then, present day, he turn red, I knew it (mmm)
Cricket ass nigga, we straight (we straight), yeah
Always on time, never late (never late), yeah
They was doin' dirty shit on me, but God was bakin' the cake, yeah
Fresh as hell, in some Bape, my bitch Chanel down fiend great to me (yeah)
Knew that nigga was a snake (yeah), now he snakeskin on my hoodie (yeah)
Smokin' on 'em tonight (yo), rollin' our pack all night (all night)
If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life)
Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right)
So we can puff all night (night), 'cause we smokin' our pack for life (mmm)
Smokin' on 'em tonight (mmm), rollin' our pack all night (mmm)
If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life)
Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right)
So we can puff all night, 'cause we smokin' our pack for life
(I don't even need your love)
(You treat me like a stranger and I feel so alone)
Coop peanut butter jelly on the inside, I gave it (I gave it, jerk)
Overseas I'm a household name, nigga, I made it (NLE)
I'm the person that I used to pray to be when I was the old me, yeah
'Ppreciate, don't hate, use me as motivation (that's old me)
They was on the floor, waitin' on me to fall it's four years in, I still ain't fall off
Nigga went broke, tryna ball, ten M's up, ain't nothin' but six feet tall (mmm)
Ran it up, stack it, then do it again (yeah), get so much money, don't need a friend (yeah)
Shit, no niggas, wherever, whoever, only in here, fuck who I offend
Remember say no to drugs kids, but I'ma smoke to this (roll up)
With you and you and you and you in the blunt, I'm on some oppo' shit (yeah)
Smokin' on 'em tonight (yo), rollin' our pack all night (all night), uh
If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life)
Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right)
So we can puff all night (night), 'cause we smokin' our pack for life (mmm)
Smokin' on 'em tonight (mmm), rollin' our pack all night (mmm)
If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life)
Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right)
So we can puff all night, 'cause we smokin' our pack for life
(And I don't even need your love)
(But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough)
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothin'
Ayy, don't butt deal with it, we swervin' (we swervin')
It was stolen cars I was hoppin' out with my Glock, tryna give me a murder (pop, pop)
Huh, come on, now we in 'em tinted suburbans (suburbans)
Pullin' up in all black just for the Glock to match her purse (match her purse)
Come on, bingo on body for body (a body)
Fuck that, I'm tryna stack up the profit, I love that
I was 13, runnin' around like Rugrat
I'm tryna numb all the pain, where the drugs at?
Gucci (come on), Louis (come on), spend it (come on), blew it (come on)
'Member 'em days (come on), when I couldn't even do it (come on)
I ain't even need a nigga back then, present day, he turn red, I knew it (mmm)
Cricket ass nigga, we straight (we straight), yeah
Always on time, never late (never late), yeah
They was doin' dirty shit on me, but God was bakin' the cake, yeah
Fresh as hell, in some Bape, my bitch Chanel down fiend great to me (yeah)
Knew that nigga was a snake (yeah), now he snakeskin on my hoodie (yeah)
Smokin' on 'em tonight (yo), rollin' our pack all night (all night)
If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life)
Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right)
So we can puff all night (night), 'cause we smokin' our pack for life (mmm)
Smokin' on 'em tonight (mmm), rollin' our pack all night (mmm)
If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life)
Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right)
So we can puff all night, 'cause we smokin' our pack for life
(I don't even need your love)
(You treat me like a stranger and I feel so alone)
Coop peanut butter jelly on the inside, I gave it (I gave it, jerk)
Overseas I'm a household name, nigga, I made it (NLE)
I'm the person that I used to pray to be when I was the old me, yeah
'Ppreciate, don't hate, use me as motivation (that's old me)
They was on the floor, waitin' on me to fall it's four years in, I still ain't fall off
Nigga went broke, tryna ball, ten M's up, ain't nothin' but six feet tall (mmm)
Ran it up, stack it, then do it again (yeah), get so much money, don't need a friend (yeah)
Shit, no niggas, wherever, whoever, only in here, fuck who I offend
Remember say no to drugs kids, but I'ma smoke to this (roll up)
With you and you and you and you in the blunt, I'm on some oppo' shit (yeah)
Smokin' on 'em tonight (yo), rollin' our pack all night (all night), uh
If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life)
Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right)
So we can puff all night (night), 'cause we smokin' our pack for life (mmm)
Smokin' on 'em tonight (mmm), rollin' our pack all night (mmm)
If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life)
Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right)
So we can puff all night, 'cause we smokin' our pack for life
(And I don't even need your love)
(But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough)
Credits
Writer(s): Walter De Backer, Luiz Bonfa, Dameon Sean Hughes, Bryson Lashun Potts, Xavier Barrios, Raphael Udo Iii
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Or What (Instrumental / Acapella) - Single
- SLUT SZN
- Or What - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (COUNTRY ME OUT) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (THE RAUNCHY REMIXES) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2: THE RAUNCHY REMIXES
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (Extra Slutty Mix) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (Instrumental / Acapella) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (Sped Up/Slowed Down) - Single
- Stickin And Movin - Single
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