Smoke
BlocBoy JB, EST Gee
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(Load me up IV) (Tay Keith this too hard) I'm back in bag, they stealing my swag But this the original flow (go) If I see my opp then I'm peeling his boat (his boat) F*ck a fourth of the lean, pour a pint on his toe (wait) Now who won't the smoke? Yeah, I want the smoke (wait, wait) F*ck all that talkin', let's meet at yo' door ((yo' door) I'm Peda Roll Mafia, Big BabyLoc (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I got tiny locs and I f*ck with the folks (Crip, Crip) And I f*ck with the Joes and I f*ck with the Bloods (facts) My bitch leep the strap, I ain't fuckin' with studs (studs) Just fucked a bitch, but I told her it's love (huh, huh, huh) I was so down I looked up seen the sidewalk (sidewalk) Me and my brothers, we played in the mud (that's on my mama) (mud) I'm feeling Offset, I just might bussdown the Carti So, bitch, if it's up then it's stuck (bussdown) (it's stuck) What you gon' do when you up in that combat? Bullet start hitting the back of yo' truck (truck) My throwaway was a XD Compact 9 lemon squeeze was the one that I bussed (rrrah) He want that beef put him up in a lunchpack (lunchpack) I ain't smoke a opps that was killed out of love (facts) I'm getting high, lil' baby, that's a fun fact (gang) But marijuana is my only drug (gang) I'm off a ex lap, tryna give a dirt nap Came from a perc, yeah, it must been a dud I'm tryna bump on this beef, I like contact Niggas was scared to come out where we was Hollow tips hit 'em, explode on contact Rip him up, quickest way get him a bust He don't drop videos 'cause he too broke To go buy him some clothes, nigga a bum Ar flip a car, rip through the motor It sound like explosives, bunch of alarms I got a switch on a nine with a drum It's so fast, no braggin', no way he can run I don't feel sympathy, turn to a memory Cuttin' my dawg up for me and the bruhs I got some good smack, tying my backpack Hit it with superman, turn it to fudge I'm feeling shiesty I just put his mans in durk So tell 'em to get it in blood I'm Uncle Elroy, these rappers Day Day I swear these niggas my lil' bitty boys (lil' bitty boys) When I got locked up it's was for robbery Went back to school then they gave me a board (they gave me a board) You got me fucked up thinkin'' bout robbing me Up with that Drac', make him mission abort (abort) I got into it when we play the basketball I was the first to take shit off the court (wait) I'm on the block, man, I feel like Marc Gasol I was just plotting on robbin' the source (source) I lay 'em down, make 'em count to a thousand He move, he gon' die before he make a choice (yeah, yeah, yeah) (don't move) Look in his I can tell he a bitch Man, I know he didn't hop off the porch, he was forced
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Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, George Stone III, James Baker
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