Smoke

Smoke

G Herbo

專輯:PTSD (Deluxe)

歌曲:Smoke

专辑:PTSD (Deluxe)

歌手: G Herbo

歌詞

Uh ayy
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Ain't no w**d rolled up over there
D**n one more time
Ain't no w**d rolled up back there
F**k hand me that cup
Uh
Ayy Wond3r you made this beat
Dang
Yeah
My lil' n***a's itchin' he gon' take on all missions
Better not play the field p***y I'ma have my dawgs sick 'em
Shoot it out with the whole city all fifties all Glizzies
Pop out wearin' black masks we know most of y'all witnesses
War between some young n***as likely to involve b***hes
Next thing got a wall for the deceased room full of our pictures
Feds wanna catch a n***a bad know they all wishin'
What
I'm gettin' rich so suck a n***a d**k I know that y'all listening
Chains on me all glistening
Uh
Blur a b***h vision
Ayy
Difference is you in that five-sixty
I'm in that six-fifty
I'm ballin' out but just like Ja Morant you didn't pick me b***h grizzly
Thought I lost it but I really didn't big frisbee
Uh
Started on the block now I'm worldwide
N***a I been trendin' before verified
I been trendin' before verified
When I saw a murder I wasn't terrified
I wasn't terrified
Stuck up in this s**t like I'm paralyzed
Like I'm paralyzed
Gangsters gon' unite one day our day arrives
Our day arrives
Thankful for my life I pray I stay alive
I pray I stay alive
Movin' like the man 'cause I got bread now
I got bread now
I can't let the fame get to my head now
Uh uh-uh
Thousand dollar cash mil' skully's on my head now
Ayy ayy
But n***as I was thuggin' with gettin' money with they dead now
Pain in me keep the flames with me n***a blackout just see red I
Wised up might contradict myself on s**t I said
I be trying to slow up like Herbo n***a use your head
Got a bodyguard but n***a be really dependin' on that lead
N***a not no reptile nothing but tears and bloodshed
N***a not erectile but I keep one up in the head
Keep one up
N***as f**ked up in the head you get one up in your head
Feel like I'm one up in my head n***as like What's up in your head
Oh that's just tough luck 'cause he scared
N***as gettin' tucked up in they bed
Oh you a killer
Why you ain't slayed
What's them face tats and them dreads
What
You a p***y boy
P***y
Go on hits but you keep missing
You a rookie or
Rookie
Hollows poppin' through your skin
Like some cooking oil
Like some cookin' oil
He ain't really with the sin
He a p***y boy
He a p***y
Go and let the smokers in
We been looking for it
Smoke
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