Smokeout ft. GRIMEY! Lyrics

Real nigga shit, unlike you

Know a couple niggas ready to fight too

They won't do shit cause

I'm out with the hype too

Grimey on the beat, go crazy

Stopped talking to her cause

She missed me daily

Told that lil girl that she can't call me baby

Shorty a bird man

I'm slim like shady

Don't give no fuck what these niggas be saying

Fucked on that shorty cause

She really thought I was playing

Came for that coochie and nothing else

Baby, the fuck is you saying?

None of these niggas don't ever want the smoke with me

Cause my niggas dont care where they spraying

And you know a bullet don't got no name

So wherever it land, it land

Oh, woah

He don't want the smoke

You get popped for really thinking that you're cold

We the type of niggas that's gonna

Knock you out straight to the floor

You better call your bro for help

Cause you cannot go call your hoe

These niggas swear that they got money

Even though they really broke

Shit I stopped flexing for the gram

Back in 2 thousand and one four

Niggas got some female traits

Like we ain't know that they a hoe

IDC and CREU

We came up out the mud on these hoes

My jewelry leave you shivering

The way my ice stay on froze

I'ma leave these niggas broke

But not my children

If i'm older and my jit ain't rich

Then why the fuck I'm living?

Honestly I think

That's just me in my feelings

So I get in my bag

Get in my bag

Get in my bag

'Til these pussy niggas mad

All my shots, they never miss

That's why I want these niggas dead

Like how I feel inside

But i'm still alive

You know the vibes

Oh, woah

He don't want the smoke

You get popped for really thinking that you're cold

We the type of niggas that's gonna

Knock you out straight to the floor

You better call your bro for help

Cause you cannot go call your hoe

These niggas swear that they got money

Even though they really broke

Shit I stopped flexing for the gram

Back in 2 thousand and one four

Niggas got some female traits

Like we ain't know that they a hoe

IDC and CREU

We came up out the mud on these hoes

And anybody else pussy

I mean it, I mean it

Swear your crew better than mine

Well dawg you dreaming, you dreaming

I stick to the code

Don't fuck with these niggas

Don't fuck with these hoes

Get a nigga killed in a million ways

What you think I watch that horror for?

And you niggas music trash

It sound like horrorcore

They claim i'm not in my bag

But that is what your whore is for

Smoke this dope until this ash exceeds

And it falls on the floor

And go look at Mama Steph if you ask me

What I do it for

Oh, woah

He don't want the smoke

You get popped for really thinking that you're cold

We the type of niggas that's gonna

Knock you out straight to the floor

You better call your bro for help

Cause you cannot go call your hoe

These niggas swear that they got money

Even though they really broke

Shit I stopped flexing for the gram

Back in 2 thousand and one four

Niggas got some female traits

Like we ain't know that they a hoe

IDC and CREU

We came up out the mud on these hoes

IDC and CREU

We came up out the mud on these hoes