STILL SMOKING Lyrics

I had a dream i was rich

So I woke up and roll me a blunt

And went chase me A bag

Can't leave wit out fire

On church no lie

If he try like he high

He get pop like a tag

Let dat shit ride like tav

Or uber or lyft or a cab

Excuse me wait

Dats just the tab talking

Money calling here the bag talking

Count racks and I hit my dance onem

Jack who bihh I put dat fan onem

Open ya face like can homie

Repeat dat shit fuck

Was you saying homie

Grown asf niggas ain't playing

Swimming wit sharks and barracuda

Niggas be snakes like medusa aye

Kuz um number one big kahuna

Roll another wood still floatin

Twelve just pass by still smoking

Four deep four blunts in motion

Two cups one pill um rolling

Blunt five blunt six still blowing

Dats thug my bruddha from the mud

Look at drip whole fit like a flood

Cartier frame no smudge

If she don't give brain Ion budge

You did great but you need practice

Three five hitten like cassius klay

Um to fire didn't need matches aye

Keep fire any nigga might crash today

How I stepppin I'm fitted I'm fresh

Hmm

Good pussy equal no stress

On my head like a halo she blessed

Uno dos tres racks

Blues gimme denero

Gold on my body like pharoah

She get da point like arrow

She let me slam pussy like I'm eddie gurero

Aye stop texaco fill my tank

Remeber broke days pockets blank

Now i keep ben frank in da bank

Pardon me i'll spark da heat

Slide for free if you nervous can't ride with me

Am i fucking dat bitch probably

Ion choose cuz im chose yea obviously

Big drip stevo tellem how we do it fratt

Fresh fit stick on me

Doa finished dat Aye

Smoking on za like jamaica

I need to grow me a acre

I'm tryna ball like a laker

Head shot I'll give you a taper

Kickin dis shit like in labor

You do it big dis a major

We bout dem pesos yea paper

I fill blunt up with ature

Bitch check da sauce and da flavor

I still got love for a hater

Still don't do favors

Yea yea yea yea yea

I'm in dis Bitch getting blowed

He trap but he never had a bo's

I chase dat check not hoes

I'll pull homicide for my bros

Za got me stuck my mode

Um strapped at all my shows

Guaranteed to let dat biih blow

I just smoke two woodz um on mars

It's hard to stay awake

They glamorous the money and cars

It's hard to stay away

Yea nigga made it this far

Haters can't celebrate

I should gone regulate

No time to speculate

Gold on my teeth

Like project pat dats facts

And I'm bout racks Like Jigga

Cut throat world ion trust myself or

Dis bitches even these niggas Aye

Still in the mud

Make look good

Nigga stay fresh

No stress

Seem like I'm bless

I ain't been in bama like six years

I been cali nun like da Wes

Two huned five

I ain't saving no bitch or no thot

Still keep it pimpin true

Hole in my heart no feelings

Rip brandon rip arron true

Fresh out da city church

I just post bail wit my esa

Oh her some rackey's

Cause I keep it on me like arms

Getcha ass stretch

Smoke like a ashtray

Aim dat bihh dat way

Shoot like I'm petway

Either your life or your bitch

SVL slum lyfe buissness

You get lost like city olympus

Bad bitch poppin dat pussy

While you count dat money

Sauce so drip um stuntin

Count dis grip tryna get at least hunned

Keep thumbin

Kick my shit still puntin

Blue face cemetery pockets so haunted

Aye aye aye

Tie your shoe and

Quit trippen bout fuck shit

My niggas touch shit

Dpc thug Shit

Slide and we dust shit

Snooze and we hush shit

Nigga no questions

Only suggestions

Aye aye aye

Keep yo glock and be ready to bust it

Bullets be hot like they came out the oven

Yea yea yea yea

Talking my shit

Bad lil bitch wanna suck on this dick

Yea Yea

Um to legit

Mc hammer I keep strap

It's aint in my lap

It's in my hand

Bitch um the man

Bitch im

Let dat biih

Let dat biih

I'll let dat biih

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