Smoked
Lil Duke, Chief Keef
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Yeah Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats) Gang, gang F*ck all that talkin', we want all that smoke Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion I never asked for no handout Nigga tried me and it's man down Put that shit on and I stand out Put bones in the hood just like landmines I blow that shit like a fan I f*ck with Sosa, my man We gon' ball out like the clan Gig and we booted, I'm sayin' Rollin' the green at the red light A blunt of the dope, get my head right A cup of that drank got my head straight Get rid of the work, now it's dead weight You see me flown up in this Tonka I get that check then I'm bouncin' All of this green that I'm countin' Way more than I got for allowance Nigga, you better pay homage Nigga, you better pay something We gon' pull up with them drones OG all up in my lungs F*ck all that talkin', we want all that smoke Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion I never asked for no handout Nigga tried me and it's man down Put that shit on and I stand out Put bones in the hood just like landmines I blow that shit like a fan I f*ck with Sosa, my man We gon' ball out like the clan Gig and we booted, I'm sayin' I sit back and roll out the gas I thinkin' I left in my past All of them niggas got blasted We used to run on the masses Ballin', I never had shit Got it out the mud, bitch I'm a savage Bitches, they chasin' them diamonds, they harassing Every time I'm the booth, it's a classic I had to get on my shit Came from the trenches, I'm tryna get rich From city to city, now everything lit St. Laurent's on, I came with a trench F*ck is you talkin' about, f*ck all that insta shit Young niggas, I'm going, they gon' go out the room Thirty-one round, get hit with an SU clip F*ck all that talkin', we want all that smoke Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion I never asked for no handout Nigga tried me and it's man down Put that shit on and I stand out Put bones in the hood just like landmines I blow that shit like a fan I f*ck with Sosa, my man We gon' ball out like the clan Gig and we booted, I'm sayin' Gig and we booted, I'm sayin' I f*ck with Sosa, my man Yeah, gang gang, gang gang
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Written by: Keith Cozart
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