Full of Smoke ft. Big Flock Lyrics

Big Flock nigga, keep a Glock nigga

Already know how I rock nigga

I'm in the trap

Swear this shit give me a rush cause these fumes keep on getting me high

I really hit licks but now i'm just fucking with bags, that's the shit that be getting me fly

And all of my opps being doing diss shit on the Internet, want 'em a reason to die

My youngin's ain't doing no talking, they really ain't into that

Now yo ass live in the sky

It's free Avenue

Shit stuck over the jail, he got caught by the FBI

My shit be lunchin' don't let me get pissed off and get burnt up like a STI

I miss C Diddy, it's been eight years since God took 'em but I still really can't see why

My dawg just called from the state pen he said that he having his way, he up JCI

Yeah, before I get high gotta make sure my plays and my fronts

Got the shit that they need and they want

When you trappin' like this it get real

So I keep it right under my seat, it can't be in my trunk

Yeah I tried to be humble they took it for weakness

That's when I decided to drag my nuts (Kill)

I was trynna get rich, they was trynna be tough

I was down on my ass thinking how to get up

Took a L out the cut, shit ain't go how I planned out

Nobody cares when you walk with yo hand out (Nobody)

Ran off on the plug, i'm sorry I bammed out

You niggas be dick riding, real live fanned out

I'm on some shit that they didn't see happening

Vac seal broke, had to learn to start bagging it

G26 with the laser i'm tagging you

When you start doing good, niggas start backstabbing you

Fly to Cali like a nigga with attitude (NWA)

Blow that Drac, that shit be coming with magnitude (I got that Drac)

Niggas knowing i'm the link, but when I try put niggas on they ain't show me no gratitude

Pull up to the hood i'm with Lik

Shit real crazy cause we was just walking on feet

If you pull up to the max, you looking a lot

We like five Tesla's deep

I can't sleep, and i'm still having nightmares Might need to get out the street

Feel like Tyrese, I know I can't get off the streets cause i'm stuck in this shit waist deep (Just like the movie)

The liquor destroying my stomach, can't eat

Too much blood in my eyes, can't see (Can't see)

Too much smoke in the booth, can't breathe

Too much baggin' this shit, I can't leave

I'm in the spot thinking 'bout all of the men that ain't here, it be days when I cry

Thought you was my nigga

Said we was locked in for life now i'm wondering why did you lie

When we get the drop, we coming like 007 so brodie gon' creep like a spy (Boom)

Now we up on the scoreboard

Nigga like me only focused on wins so I can't take a tie

Back in Ohood, you know them bags just landed so i'm 'bout to text all the guys (Ohood)

If I get any vibes that you niggas on hot shit

Put on my momma I cannot reply

The realest one in it, I gotta know that you taking your charges you hop in my ride

I be fighting my demons, it be some times where I lose so I gotta get back and get high (Yeah)

Two, its Nast

Uh, what up Flock

Uh, let's go

The realest one in it, yeah

Two, uh yeah