Up In Smoke (Fast)
(Trap and music)
These hoes been wastin' my time, so I stay on my grind
Can't work no more nine-to-five, I'd rather trap for life
College, nah I ain't gon' finish
Music route, I think it's in me
Can't chase it down with Pink Whitney
That shit just fucked up my kidney
Depression, I got that feelin'
The devil feel like he killin
Don't wanna see me with millions
They'd rather see me a villain
Uh, rather me in jail
And all my niggas get money so watch out for that bail
5K or less out tonight
Came a long way, days ain't still bright
We the refs, boy you gotta earn your stripes We gon' share your hoe we don't fight
Least not when it come to bitches
Why he said opps ducking switches
Rod Wave, from rags to riches
Wanna play, it's blood and stitches
Wanna play, then, uh-uh
Wanna play, then you getting smashed
Freestyle, I'm on they ass
You got black and milds, I got the gas
You got black and milds, that nigga trash
Doin' the race, yeah, I'm hittin' the dash
More money? Put it in the stash
Slow down, got me coughin' fast
They tellin' me to go, but I said I want more
Been smokin' too much dope, so that codeine I pour
If it's murder that she wrote, then it's murder that I spoke
Need to find a way to cope, before I go up in smoke
Boom, you dead, see that can be so simple Better start runnin', lil' nigga, cause I don't know my temple
You peek your head and we gon' pop you out just like a pimple
(Trap and music)
These hoes been wastin' my time, so I stay on my grind
Can't work no more nine-to-five, I'd rather trap for life
College, nah I ain't gon' finish
Music route, I think it's in me
Can't chase it down with Pink Whitney
That shit just fucked up my kidney
Depression, I got that feelin'
The devil feel like he killin
Don't wanna see me with millions
They'd rather see me a villain
Uh, rather me in jail
And all my niggas get money so watch out for that bail
5K or less out tonight
Came a long way, days ain't still bright
We the refs, boy you gotta earn your stripes We gon' share your hoe we don't fight
Least not when it come to bitches
Why he said opps ducking switches
Rod Wave, from rags to riches
Wanna play, it's blood and stitches
Wanna play, then, uh-uh
Wanna play, then you getting smashed
Freestyle, I'm on they ass
You got black and milds, I got the gas
You got black and milds, that nigga trash
Doin' the race, yeah, I'm hittin' the dash
More money? Put it in the stash
Slow down, got me coughin' fast
They tellin' me to go, but I said I want more
Been smokin' too much dope, so that codeine I pour
If it's murder that she wrote, then it's murder that I spoke
Need to find a way to cope, before I go up in smoke
Boom, you dead, see that can be so simple Better start runnin', lil' nigga, cause I don't know my temple
You peek your head and we gon' pop you out just like a pimple
(Trap and music)
Credits
Writer(s): Keshun Brown
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