Smoke, smoke
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, Druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, Druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
Amazon Prime with this
Always on time like Ja with this
I be autopilotin'
I be on alot of shit tryin to stay faded
I ain't never really give a f*ck what they did
I been out here grindin like MF Doom
About ten f*ckin years and I'm way done through
Gettin treated like a noob when they get me in the room
Got some ounces for the homies and some Henny for the gloom
Got bitches that I promised I was takin to the moon
She was tryin to get married, I ain't no f*ckin groom
I was just tryin to get a little pump in
Bitch I'm bout that bread, tryin to get that crust in
We the ones who hated class, skip it we was makin laps
Nice guys finish last, y'all could end up all in bags
We ain't runnin out of gas anytime, blaze it
Crack one with Drasan and craft up a maze in this
Smoke, smoke
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, Druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, Druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
Bowls packed, Bojack with the colds cracked
On the move all our lives like we nomads
No dad, f*ck him, had the streets and my mama
Movin trees way back when she was votin for Obama
Cigarette smoke stankin all my clothes up
I ain't made for f*ckin photoshoots and close ups
Young savage like 21, southern raised
Where it's cutthroat just to see another f*ckin day
Blue Moon bottles for the stress
I don't really have no regrets
But I hate it when they tell me I'm the best
Can't deal with the pressure, I lose the feelin in my legs
Start downin all these poisons in the hope that I can block the noises
Build a goddamn bunker just to lock the toys in
Lock the boys in when the bombs droppin outside
We don't give a f*ck, we'll be deep underground high like
Smoke, smoke
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
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Smoke, smoke
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, Druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, Druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
Amazon Prime with this
Always on time like Ja with this
I be autopilotin'
I be on alot of shit tryin to stay faded
I ain't never really give a f*ck what they did
I been out here grindin like MF Doom
About ten f*ckin years and I'm way done through
Gettin treated like a noob when they get me in the room
Got some ounces for the homies and some Henny for the gloom
Got bitches that I promised I was takin to the moon
She was tryin to get married, I ain't no f*ckin groom
I was just tryin to get a little pump in
Bitch I'm bout that bread, tryin to get that crust in
We the ones who hated class, skip it we was makin laps
Nice guys finish last, y'all could end up all in bags
We ain't runnin out of gas anytime, blaze it
Crack one with Drasan and craft up a maze in this
Smoke, smoke
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, Druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, Druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
Bowls packed, Bojack with the colds cracked
On the move all our lives like we nomads
No dad, f*ck him, had the streets and my mama
Movin trees way back when she was votin for Obama
Cigarette smoke stankin all my clothes up
I ain't made for f*ckin photoshoots and close ups
Young savage like 21, southern raised
Where it's cutthroat just to see another f*ckin day
Blue Moon bottles for the stress
I don't really have no regrets
But I hate it when they tell me I'm the best
Can't deal with the pressure, I lose the feelin in my legs
Start downin all these poisons in the hope that I can block the noises
Build a goddamn bunker just to lock the toys in
Lock the boys in when the bombs droppin outside
We don't give a f*ck, we'll be deep underground high like
Smoke, smoke
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, Druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, Druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
Amazon Prime with this
Always on time like Ja with this
I be autopilotin'
I be on alot of shit tryin to stay faded
I ain't never really give a f*ck what they did
I been out here grindin like MF Doom
About ten f*ckin years and I'm way done through
Gettin treated like a noob when they get me in the room
Got some ounces for the homies and some Henny for the gloom
Got bitches that I promised I was takin to the moon
She was tryin to get married, I ain't no f*ckin groom
I was just tryin to get a little pump in
Bitch I'm bout that bread, tryin to get that crust in
We the ones who hated class, skip it we was makin laps
Nice guys finish last, y'all could end up all in bags
We ain't runnin out of gas anytime, blaze it
Crack one with Drasan and craft up a maze in this
Smoke, smoke
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, Druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, Druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
Bowls packed, Bojack with the colds cracked
On the move all our lives like we nomads
No dad, f*ck him, had the streets and my mama
Movin trees way back when she was votin for Obama
Cigarette smoke stankin all my clothes up
I ain't made for f*ckin photoshoots and close ups
Young savage like 21, southern raised
Where it's cutthroat just to see another f*ckin day
Blue Moon bottles for the stress
I don't really have no regrets
But I hate it when they tell me I'm the best
Can't deal with the pressure, I lose the feelin in my legs
Start downin all these poisons in the hope that I can block the noises
Build a goddamn bunker just to lock the toys in
Lock the boys in when the bombs droppin outside
We don't give a f*ck, we'll be deep underground high like
Smoke, smoke
Druff shit, get stuck in your throat
Smoke, smoke
Never know what they be holdin under coats
Druff, druff
I don't give a f*ck I'll say it all the time
Druff, druff
In the streets where they clappin like Pewdiepie
Writer: Anthony Lida
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid