Matteo - Smoke Lyrics

I gotta sit
Not in the mood
Go suck ya self
I gotta be rude
No flip dinero
But watch how I move
Do my dance
When I walk out the booth
If I speak
Only speakin the truth
He want beef
Ain't doin no truce
Wanted clout
So he on the news
Tag him like duck
We wearin the goose
If imma throw it 22 gon catch it
3 bad bitches in the Benz that's a hat trick
2 middle fingers behind my back that's a backflip
Pull Eminem out of a hat that's magic
Empty pockets to them hundreds thats drastic
Hold me back but once you let go I'm like elastic
I come way harder I aint tryna be sarcastic
No manual hit em with the stick got automatics
Blowin smoke
Air it out
He want smoke
We lay em out
Blowin Smoke
Air it out
He want smoke
So we layed em out
Rip to the big boss
20 years young that's a big loss
I hope I don't get criss crossed
So on my chest be a big cross
No reason to get pissed off
Baggy shirt cover the pistol
My g's know im the big dawg
Doberman or a pit bull
You cannot f*ck wit my mob
Jump out the door body's hit the floor
Been tryna keep myself calm
They mouthing off so we catchem out the store
Bitch really think she the bomb
Tnt you keep blowing up my phone
Ha You call that your squad
Best you pray to god cause you ain't want the smoke
He got a 40 on side of his hip
42 sippin inside of the whip
Matteo go crazy I'm back on my shit
Look in the sky see my face on a blimp
City go crazy the 9 where I been
Never take second I'm always gon win
Talkin that smack better cover your chin
Call me Tyson on Botha on both of ya friends
Talkin that shit
You can't relate
Gettin some money
Put food on my plate
You Say you coming
You coming late
Even if you do
You made a mistake
Pull up in hummers
Not from the states
Pinky so icy
Tie up them skates
Tried to line me
You fell for the bait
Get hit with the stick like we pocketing eights
Blowin smoke
Air it out
He want smoke
We lay em out
Blowin Smoke
Air it out
He want smoke
So we layed em out