Smokin' till I suffocate, this blunt it got me chokin
Niggas think they touchin' me, I swear they must be jokin
You can't put shit past me, I'm already knowin'
She can't leave me alone, like, baby, where you think you goin'
This ain't Death Row, but nah, bitch, you can't escape, uh
Niggas think she's sweet, nickname this clip to crème brûlée
Get a nigga lined, take off his top, f*ck up his fade, yeah
She just wanna f*ck, oh good, we on the same page
Been gave up on love, I just wanna be young and paid
I just blacked out the whip but kept the inside beige
Mouthin' on the net, see me in public, won't engage
Man I might just go on tour, the ATM my only stage
New bitch grown, she don't care about my age
You can't afford to take no L's, you still rely on minimum wage
Since a young dog, I been loose without a cage
Swear these niggas don't want beef, still blowin' smoke just like some sage
He say he want smoke, so I knock that nigga head off
Shit, did him dirty on the draw, like it's a standoff
Oh yeah, this good gas, triple-double with this good pass
Might just make it rain, but this shit wasn't in the forecast
Pop out with a bitch, just to make a couple whores mad
If I ain't it then bro is, just like a game of freeze tag
7-6-2s after 15, leave his body cold
Hunched over somethin' like a chair, watch his body fold
I was a fat nigga, hid a 40 and my belly rolls
Grim Reaper, the chopper is my scythe, take a nigga's soul
Run up on me with the gun, I'll snatch your pole
I might kill him, take his drugs and sell them
And give them to some hoes
Fiend callin', try to trade her TV for some f*ckin' dope
She been sick for four days, she been losin' hope
I told her, God speak through me like I'm the f*ckin' Pope
Like, you better buy this shit or you won't live no more
She bought some rocks, then got popped, somewhere down the street
I pulled up in a SRT and pulled off in a Jeep
That's why when I pulled up on him, he ain't notice me
I put three in his car and one put his head on E
Now his car dirty, I think I left his brains on the seat
Dirty, dirty mmm
Blowing Smoke (feat. Bristo) Video (MV)
Performed By: HighOff AJ
Language: English
Length: 1:55
Written by: ALayla Greenfield, Christopher Burton
HighOff AJ - Blowing Smoke (feat. Bristo) Lyrics
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Smokin' till I suffocate, this blunt it got me chokin
Niggas think they touchin' me, I swear they must be jokin
You can't put shit past me, I'm already knowin'
She can't leave me alone, like, baby, where you think you goin'
This ain't Death Row, but nah, bitch, you can't escape, uh
Niggas think she's sweet, nickname this clip to crème brûlée
Get a nigga lined, take off his top, f*ck up his fade, yeah
She just wanna f*ck, oh good, we on the same page
Been gave up on love, I just wanna be young and paid
I just blacked out the whip but kept the inside beige
Mouthin' on the net, see me in public, won't engage
Man I might just go on tour, the ATM my only stage
New bitch grown, she don't care about my age
You can't afford to take no L's, you still rely on minimum wage
Since a young dog, I been loose without a cage
Swear these niggas don't want beef, still blowin' smoke just like some sage
He say he want smoke, so I knock that nigga head off
Shit, did him dirty on the draw, like it's a standoff
Oh yeah, this good gas, triple-double with this good pass
Might just make it rain, but this shit wasn't in the forecast
Pop out with a bitch, just to make a couple whores mad
If I ain't it then bro is, just like a game of freeze tag
7-6-2s after 15, leave his body cold
Hunched over somethin' like a chair, watch his body fold
I was a fat nigga, hid a 40 and my belly rolls
Grim Reaper, the chopper is my scythe, take a nigga's soul
Run up on me with the gun, I'll snatch your pole
I might kill him, take his drugs and sell them
And give them to some hoes
Fiend callin', try to trade her TV for some f*ckin' dope
She been sick for four days, she been losin' hope
I told her, God speak through me like I'm the f*ckin' Pope
Like, you better buy this shit or you won't live no more
She bought some rocks, then got popped, somewhere down the street
I pulled up in a SRT and pulled off in a Jeep
That's why when I pulled up on him, he ain't notice me
I put three in his car and one put his head on E
Now his car dirty, I think I left his brains on the seat
Dirty, dirty mmm
Niggas think they touchin' me, I swear they must be jokin
You can't put shit past me, I'm already knowin'
She can't leave me alone, like, baby, where you think you goin'
This ain't Death Row, but nah, bitch, you can't escape, uh
Niggas think she's sweet, nickname this clip to crème brûlée
Get a nigga lined, take off his top, f*ck up his fade, yeah
She just wanna f*ck, oh good, we on the same page
Been gave up on love, I just wanna be young and paid
I just blacked out the whip but kept the inside beige
Mouthin' on the net, see me in public, won't engage
Man I might just go on tour, the ATM my only stage
New bitch grown, she don't care about my age
You can't afford to take no L's, you still rely on minimum wage
Since a young dog, I been loose without a cage
Swear these niggas don't want beef, still blowin' smoke just like some sage
He say he want smoke, so I knock that nigga head off
Shit, did him dirty on the draw, like it's a standoff
Oh yeah, this good gas, triple-double with this good pass
Might just make it rain, but this shit wasn't in the forecast
Pop out with a bitch, just to make a couple whores mad
If I ain't it then bro is, just like a game of freeze tag
7-6-2s after 15, leave his body cold
Hunched over somethin' like a chair, watch his body fold
I was a fat nigga, hid a 40 and my belly rolls
Grim Reaper, the chopper is my scythe, take a nigga's soul
Run up on me with the gun, I'll snatch your pole
I might kill him, take his drugs and sell them
And give them to some hoes
Fiend callin', try to trade her TV for some f*ckin' dope
She been sick for four days, she been losin' hope
I told her, God speak through me like I'm the f*ckin' Pope
Like, you better buy this shit or you won't live no more
She bought some rocks, then got popped, somewhere down the street
I pulled up in a SRT and pulled off in a Jeep
That's why when I pulled up on him, he ain't notice me
I put three in his car and one put his head on E
Now his car dirty, I think I left his brains on the seat
Dirty, dirty mmm
Writer: ALayla Greenfield, Christopher Burton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid