Lil Gotit, 10Fifty - Smoke lyrics

Show her how to do it, show her how to use it
Ridin’ with Lil Uzi,  ridin’ with the Uzi
Gotit keep a toolie, don’t fuck with groupies
Bitch, you a groupie, go ‘head and move it
Pop tryna test me, so I had to prove it
You shoot the chopper basic
Tyler Perry movie
Aiming for your head, nigga fuck a vest
Yeah whe grab a TEC, sig on that
Yeah you best bet, best to play dead
2018, HoodBaby making racks
Poured up a four
Now I’m trippin’ off the red
LV Virgil silk sheets on the bed
We can be whatever, B Slime up next
Nothing like the rest, you ain’t bout a check
I’m king slime, baguettes on the chest
Yeah we like to flex, yeah we like to flex
Bitch you a rat, make a ho’ upset
Smoke (phew-phew) , smoke (phew-phew)
We want smoke, I want smoke

They workin‘ at In-N-Out
Diamonds hitting hard, no standing out
Ain’t shootin’ from the car, I’ll hand it out
Draco with a drum, I bet I’ll clear it out
I be gettin’ money, let me say it louder
Running out the check, like my name was Russ
Saint Laurent folded up, all black goggles
Just because my name I
Made that bitch swallow
She doing anything just for a dollar
Hit it from the front, grab her neck
Make her holla do it with one hand
Deep in the AMG, lookin’ like a char
Boy you a star, was rappin’ like the Carters
Balling too hard, real hard, Vince Carter
Yeah he wrote a statement
He should’ve been an author
These niggas burnt, go send ‘em to the doctor
Phew, phew

Look Amiri jeans and the
Shirt match the Bentley
Trapping in my Nikes all night, got creases
Copped a lot of cars, but I don’t got lenses
Boy you ain’t right, I’ma live to my richest
Blicky hit him up
He ain’t peaceful like a reccess
And I got cheese, want a slice of the pizza
Two tone, tuck your lil boy at home
Yeah, yeah he gone
HoodBaby walkin‘ with them trollers
What type of cheese, provolone
Fuck a cypher, comin’ off the dome
Lotta air shots, yeah, comin’ at your throat
And I send that money to
The fours not them Rolls
All they ass want is a motherfucking phone

Show her how to do it, show her how to use it
Ridin’ with Lil Uzi, ridin’ with the Uzi
Gotit keep a toolie, don’t fuck with groupies
Bitch, you a groupie, go ‘head and move it
Pop tryna test me, so I had to prove it
You shoot the chopper basic
Tyler Perry movie
Aiming for your head, nigga fuck a vest
Yeah whe grab a TEC, sig on that
Yeah you best bet, best to play dead
2018, HoodBaby making racks
Poured up a four
Now I’m trippin’ off the red
LV Virgil silk sheets on the bed
We can be whatever, B Slime up next
Nothing like the rest, you ain’t bout a check
I’m king slime, baguettes on the chest
Yeah we like to flex, yeah we like to flex
Bitch you a rat, make a ho’ upset
Smoke (phew-phew) , smoke (phew-phew)
We want smoke, I want smoke