AllDaSmoke ft. Appolis Lyrics

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Man, I'm tired of these puss-ass lil' niggas, man

You niggas is hoes in real life, stop playing with me

Bitch, yeah, yeah

I want all the smoke, BroNem hawk them down

Ain't no talking, just gon' let it blow

Feeling like I'm Elsa if we beefing, ain't gon' let it go

I'm from Minnesota, just like the weather

Boy, my heart is cold

So if he talking hot

Then leave his body laying in the snow

Stretch that boy, make him touch his toes

Play with me, you stupid, you gon' lose it

Man, he must be slow

Woofing on the net, gon' get you checked

But you ain't like that, though

Send him to the sky, let him fly, give him vertigo

Yeah, I slid on that nigga

Boy, I'm real grimy

I'll kill a opp and spit on that nigga

Y'all ain't on my level, man, y'all some puny lil' niggas

He be moving like a hoe

I'll smack the bitch out that nigga, yeah

I heard he said that he gon' get me touched

Aye ain't he ran soon as he saw you clutch

He cooperated, he gave 12 reasons

So I'ma give him 13, make sure he not breathing

I don't show my gun for none

So if you seen it, it's a prop

But when the real thing come out

Now everybody's off the block

He been saying I'm a hoe

That boy, he playing with my top

Put a bullet in his mouth

Now we gon' see how much he talk

I want all the smoke, FoeNem, hawk him down

Ain't no talking, just gon' let it blow

Feeling like I'm Elsa, if we beefing, ain't gon' let it go

I'm from Minnesota, just like the weather

Boy, my heart is cold

So if he talking hot

Then leave his body laying in the snow

Stretch that boy, make him touch his toes

Play with me, you stupid, you gon' lose it

Man, he must be slow

Woofin' on the net, gon' get you checked

But he ain't like that tho

Send him to the sky, let him fly

Give him vertigo

Huh? Huh? Give him vertigo

That boy, he been a hoe

Fuck a opp

We gon' roll him up like how beginners roll

Heartless hitter, after all that's done

I'm trying to fuck his hoe

But I'm gon' still get that money

That ain't gon' stop shit

I got two 28s left, that's a 56

I got fiends waking up early calling for their fix

Worried about a lot of things, but never about a bitch

Go getter, we don't do the talking

We just get it done

Baby Nipsey Hussle's

Running through your hoe, marathon

Hittin' shit, slidin' on you pussies

Call me Barry Bonds

This a grown man's game

Little nigga, call your mom

Big dicks, no homo

I'm talking big guns

Spinning like a rollercoaster

Valley Fair, huh, freaks coming out at night

I'm trying to poke some

So if them niggas trying to play like I'm goofy

We gon' smoke some

I want all the smoke, BroNem, hawk them down

Ain't no talking, just gon' let it blow

Feeling like I'm Elsa if we beefing, ain't gon' let it go

I'm from Minnesota, just like the weather

Boy, my heart is cold

So if he talking hot

Then leave his body laying in the snow

Stretch that boy, make him touch his toes

Play with me, you stupid, you gon' lose it, man, he must be slow

Woofing on the net, gon' get you checked

But you ain't like that though

Send him to the sky, let him fly, give him vertigo