Lyrics:
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
down and taken it
That still hot smokin' gun
Yeah still hot smokin' gun
They've taken it
Still hot and smokin' gun
Oh, they've taken it
Still hot
down and taken it
That still hot smokin' gun
Yeah still hot smokin' gun
They've taken it
Still hot and smokin' gun
Oh, they've taken it
Still hot
down and taken it
That still hot smokin' gun
Yeah still hot smokin' gun
They've taken it
Still hot and smokin' gun
Oh, they've taken it
Still hot
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See
around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, y'all squares betta back up off me
'cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto
of green
Smokin' pounds of green
Smokin' pounds of green
Smokin' pounds of green
Hot boy baby, hotter than them other boys
Standin' by the heater in
just in awe
Brisket so tender, it broke the law
[Verse 3]
Years have gone by, but we still recall
The night we lost the cook-off brawl
Granny’s pies,
together,
Or is never still a good time to call?
Are you still hot, girl, as a firecracker?
'Cause you were smokin' when you pulled out
I know hell ain't
friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what?)
Choppin O's, smokin' la
the dome, wah oo)
Then the Smokin Smokers just… barged in! (In the dome, wah oo)
The intruders were led by… Big Tobacco with a grin
The Think Tank wasn’t
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See them
He's shinin'
Ooh
Jenny was smokin' by the pool, we were writin' with Nikki Lane
I said, "I'm scared of the Santa Clarita Fires, I wish that it would
on that
Irisine, baby
It's a dream, baby
I told myself id never hit da blunt but I was 13 when I picked it up
Smokin roaches in a pick up truck and even if
keep the K
Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash
We kept G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody bills with
Sitting still just wasn't meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain't right for me
'Cause every time we cross state
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
barely make it, we got crazy cash
On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash
Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin
At the Grand American givin
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Every morning when I wake up, uh, money on my
Sitting still just wasn't meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain't right for me
'Cause every time we cross state
and play the game, get mad and change
Then you wonder why these muthafuckas call you names
Still lookin' for a way out, and that's okay
I can see you
play wit' they nose
If ya like, she blow in ya butt
Eat ya dick and then lick ya nuts
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I'd still be drivin' this shit
Makin'
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