Smoke

Uh, ayy
(Dj Victorious, we mean the business)
Ain't no weed rolled up over there?
Damn, one more time
Ain't no weed rolled up back there?
Fuck it, hand me that cup
Uh (damn Wonder, you made this beat? Dang)
Yeah

My lil' niggas itching he gon' take on all missions
Better not play the field, pussy, I'm gon' have my dog sick 'em
Shoot it out with the whole city, all .50s all glizzies
Pop out wearing black masks we know most of y'all witnesses
War between some young niggas likely to involve bitches
Next thing got a wall for the deceased, room full of all pictures
Feds wanna catch a nigga bad know they all wishing
I'm getting rich so suck a nigga dick, I know that y'all listening

Chains on me all glistening (uh), blur a bitch vision (ayy)
Difference is you in that 560, I'm balling out (I'm in that 650)
But just like John Maranch you didn't pick me
Bitch grizzly, thought I lost it but I really didn't
Big Frisbee, started on the block now I'm worldwide
Nigga I been trending before verified (I been trending before verified)
When I saw a murder I wasn't terrified (I wasn't terrified)
Stuck up in this shit like I'm paralyzed (like I'm paralyzed)
Gangsters gon' unite one day our day arrives (our day arrives)
Thankful for my life I pray I stay alive (I pray I stay alive)
Movin' like the man 'cause I got bread now (I got bread now)
I can't let the fame get to my head now (uh-uh)

Thousand dollar cash mil', scullys on my head now
But niggas I was thuggin' with, gettin' money with, they dead now
Pain in me, keep flames with me, nigga black out, just see red
I wised up, might contradict myself on shit I said
I be tryna slow up like, "Herbo, nigga, use your head"
Got a bodyguard but nigga be really dependin' on that lead
Nigga not no reptile, nothing but tears and bloodshed
Nigga not erectile but I keep one up in the head
Niggas fucked up in the head, you get one up in ya head
Feel like I'm one up in my head, niggas like, "What's up in ya head?"
Oh, that's just tough luck 'cause he scared
Niggas gettin' tucked up in they bed
Oh, you a killa? Why you ain't slid?
What's them face tats and them dreads
You a pussy boy (pussy), go on hits but you keep missing
You a rookie or (rookie ass), hollows poppin' through your skin like some cooking oil
He ain't really with the sin, he a pussy boy (he a pussy)
Go on, let the smokers in we been lookin' for us