G.T. - Smoke lyrics

Man this denim I got on
They damn near one of ones
I ain't get none of this shit off 1 on 1's
My brother swing, you know I swing
It ain't no 1 on 1 a nigga play
 we comin through about a hundred guns
On my mama, we gon bump
We got a hundred guns
On my mama, Imma hop out shooting one of em
You won't get no bricks unless I
Front you one of em
And worried bout them niggas witchu
They ain’t done nothing shoot a nigga
Then walk off like I ain't done nothing
They ain't gon do nothing
Them niggas know something
My pop sold dope, and now his kids do
Wake up, hustle everyday
For mansions and the Benz Coope
We getting money bro
We don't gotta pretend too
Hopping off the flight, I
Touch down around ten, dude
And I land bout 10 too
Imma have that bitch I fuck with pull up
Bring her friends too
She bringing straps for me and you
Put my lil nigga up in the kitchen
See what he can do cook dope like pecan pie
But this shit don't get served
By niggas in suit's
I know some niggas still hustle
While they on the run i know some niggas on
Parole still toting guns
I'm building my brand
They think I'm showing love
My cousin a Crip, but I fuck with the Bloods
Like I'm a Piru, but my bitch a 60
On a scale of 1 to 10, my lil baby crispy
That AR clean a nigga act up
Leave that boy spiffy
Might pop a Perk and pour this Ac up
Sitting on my kidneys
Might pop a bar, forget we popped him bro
That's really trippin
Fuck niggas riding round with 40's
They attached with 50's i'm out in Cali
Only thing I miss is Chilly Cheese
The lean cheep, weed fire
And these bitches easy
Then blew 250 getting high cause
That's what I need
I'm talking bout thousands
I spent 200 getting something to eat
Pour another 4 of lean
Roll up my sharklato tree
I had to hit the eighth of these
But they made it to the D
Walking in the spot
I don't see shit in here but baby bottles
All they see is shells in this whip
When they get sprayed with hollows
It's a hundred pack of RP
Sitting on the table
Right next to that baby bottle
That GT was talking bout
You can't get not one pill
Up out that bitch, i cashed them out
Pass em out to bitches, take em with em
Then we smashing out
My young dawg get to spazzing out
My killer get to blacking out
Packing up, I'm heading out
A thousand beans I'm handing out
Fucked me up when that slow
Hustle bring that fast amount
Bring them blues to my drink plug
He bring caskets out
I ain't lied about none of this
Shit that I'm rapping bout
Ain't no hiding out
Good heatseekers bring your body out
You ain't seen when all the pressure
On who really sliding out
Soon as my niggas get the drop
They get to riding out
Soon as they lock you it's like trees
Get to chop em down more niggas with you
It's like dominoes they knock em down
You see who really want that
Bag when it's crunch time
Lil blood nem get on buddy
Ass if it's lunch time punch time for me
I swing on niggas then it's dunk time
Dumb mind, and I got security, I'm up now
Big paper
Can't no nigga leave me out here stuck now
Big ape, and I got apes around me
Get you touched now