Mark's Cig Break ft. Why Mark & J DOMS Lyrics

There's some hoes in this house

I ain't talking Cardi Meg

He got holes in his mouth

Jalen filled 'em full of lead

And you know what we bout

Good weed good head

Lotta cheese lotta sex

Too geeked too wet

Bitch I'm geeked

I told Mark to put the cig out

Turn into a showdown

Whenever we blow smoke out

Hot box in the studio

Our bangers got a scent wow

Smelling like some OG

Nina bet not turn down

Bet not turn down bet not turn down

OKAY

Suicide when I dive in

Murder charge on the beat

You can fucking die then

Smoking gas I been higher than ya mileage

Old money in the bank y'all be spending Biden's

Running on this track just like a nigga won the Heisman

I been getting high I can't even open my eyelids

Dreams of getting money cause I wasn't used to buying shit

Big boss status Gambino no Childish

Hit my target like I'm in the riots

Boy don't start shit better not try it

I been in the darkness rapping like lightning

What the boy Mark did he been up flying

Smoking on Za Za feeling like La La

Laughing to the bank

Where the money gone pile up

Switching my style up

Niggas can't stop us

If you want try shit then we might lock up

Like aye yea we don't give a fuck

Like aye yea light me up a blunt

Like aye yea we don't give a fuck

Aye aye aye aye

Aye we don't give a fuck

Like aye aye aye aye

We don't give a fuck

Aye aye aye aye I don't give a fuck

Where my cigs at goddamn I'm jonesing

Fuck bruh I need my Reds I need my NXTs

I don't give a goddamn I'm tryna smoke my cigs

It's my fifteen Imma take twenty cause

Imma like smoke two son back to back