Smoke Lyrics

I smoke like the kitchen, Thanksgiving and Christmas

If he want some smoke we add him to the hit list

It's up then it's up put him up like dishes

To yall, y'all some gangsters, to us y'all some bitches

I'm not from Beverly I'm not from Malibu

Where I come from bitch they call it the trenches

Don't be calling my number or calling my name if you ain't calling me talmbout business

I'm the one sliding you won't catch me slipping

Put dots on these niggas these niggas be dipping

Put locks on my phone and my bitch she be tripping

She really be thinking I'm dicking these women

These niggas be tripping they want my position they jealous fr cus they see that I'm Winning

My denim and linen it say true religion

A glizzy is in em that's just how I'm living

This glock got extensions with God as my witness

If he want some smoke then on God he can get it

These choppas go dumb when this bitches be spitting

I make him say un like he fuck with no limit

Idc if it snap idc if it's fitted

Lil nigga that's cap that is not how you living

If we catch you slipping you better start swimming

Cus this ain't no puddle this where they go fishing

Fuck wrong with these niggas i heard they be snitching

Oh that boy a witness keep him at a distance

That ain't my business but I pay attention

When they get to tripping I'm sipping this Lipton

Elegant nigga drink water with lemon

These niggas won't shoot cus that shit just ain't in em

Beefing with you is like guarding Ben Simmons

I am on top I been locked my position

Smoking cannabis and it's exquisite

This blunt like the size of a leg on a midget

A rob me a nigga and ask him who did it

Can catch me red handed I still won't admit it

I know that I'm grimey sometime I get slimey

I'm sorry I just let shit just walk by me

If that nigga sweet then I'm gone creep behind him

He like a toy in the store that say try me

Call up them labels and tell em to buy me, say less than a mil watch how quick I'm Declining

I'm in this chair with my feet up reclining, til mils on the table I'll think about signing

Crazy how much you can make off of rhyming

Guess that I stepped in this bitch perfect timing

Young water faucet I'm dripping in diamonds

I'm saucy like pasta but I ain't Italian

I smoke like the kitchen, Thanksgiving and Christmas

If he want some smoke we add him to the hit list

It's up then it's up put him up like dishes

To yall, y'all some gangsters, to us y'all some bitches

I'm not from Beverly I'm not from Malibu

Where I come from bitch they call it the trenches

Don't be calling my number or calling my name if you ain't calling me talmbout business

I'm the one sliding you won't catch me slipping

Put dots on these niggas these niggas be dipping

Put locks on my phone and my bitch she be tripping

She really be thinking I'm dicking these women

These niggas be tripping they want my position they jealous fr cus they see that I'm Winning

My denim and linen it say true religion

A glizzy is in em that's just how I'm living

My city fuck with me from elders to children

The neighborhood hero that live like a villain

The nigga be giving, the nigga be stealing

You could be the given you could be victim

I'm full of sativa I'm full of potential

I'm followed by vehicles full of them pistols

That's carried by niggas that shoot outta windows

That don't give a fuck that'll blow outta rentals

These niggas is sweet, they sentimental

They'll get beat, they instrumentals

Young Jimmy a dog like pit in a kennel

Young Jimmy don't talk bitch I ain't Jimmy kimmel

Niggas be telling they rats Stuart little

Jimmy like Nipsey with racks in the middle

I sleep with a strap cuz it's racks in the pillow

Got two lil smithys that's Jaden and Willow

And I'm ringing bells like a dismissal

I don't see no stripes you not official

I'm young and I ball I'm jimmy Lamelo

This nicki hold seven but it ain't Carmelo

Who want smoke like I said in the intro

This forty bite down with the force of a hippo

Niggas be shooting but they ain't on shit tho

I got a hundred that that nigga don't ten four

He want the smoke but don't know what he in for

Creep on yo street so discreet I'll tiptoe

pull this bitch out like I'm dancing to disco

It's long as a limo will drop you like kimbo

Catch you slipping have dippin like limbo

Call my killers give them niggas yo info

Knock on yo door all you see is a pistol

You creep out the window my niggas gone get you

I smoke like the kitchen, Thanksgiving and Christmas

If he want some smoke we add him to the hit list

It's up then it's up put him up like dishes

To yall, y'all some gangsters, to us y'all some bitches

I'm not from Beverly I'm not from Malibu

Where I come from bitch they call it the trenches

Don't be calling my number or calling my name if you ain't calling me talmbout business

I'm the one sliding you won't catch me slipping

Put dots on these niggas these niggas be dipping

Put locks on my phone and my bitch she be tripping

She really be thinking I'm dicking these women

These niggas be tripping they want my position they jealous fr cus they see that I'm Winning

My denim and linen it say true religion

A glizzy is in em that's just how I'm living