Disturbing tha Peace, 2 Chainz, Ludacris, I-20 - Smokin' Dro lyrics

I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty

See I'm addicted to this fast life
It's hard to slow me down when ya
Momma on the crack pipe and
Ya daddy ain't around
You hear the sounds of the wildest
Gunshots from a large clip
When we started choppin O's off
In this empty apartment
See I was, standin in the track
And my back is the target
With a hammer on my side
Lookin like I'm layin carpets
See you flip it 'til you get it nigga
We hangin like this cable on my way
To I20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur
See I'm ridin and I'm blowin


On twenty dollar bills cause we
Only got that gold you can't
Buy regular around here
Stayin true to the prestige and the
Economic status
I still stacked 100 G's stayin
In my momma's attic
Stackin under Kraft matics
Willie sleepin on the cheese
See we got ki's and the D's
And the P's and TV's
And I'm ridin in CP with
A Glock-40 as my tooley
On the block, with the top back
Blowin out that

I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty

You know I20 ridin Regal's - cuttin cutters
Since my wood grains got no stains
Be in some other shit
A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin pretty
If it's dro, or the sticky I need
I'm hittin Tity on my system knock so loud
(loud) they call the cops on me
Ladies show that ass proud
(proud) and make it drop for me
This is how a nigga ride (ride) in ATL
And if the twelve drop pull me over
(over) I hide the scales
Blowin dro out the song booth
With windows tinted
Ridin clean down Old Campbellton Road
Y'all know who in it
Got my seat pushed way back
Arm out the window
Niggas quick to pull a car-jack
When they in ya i push a Range and my
Brother Fate in SS impala
Ludacris, with the Escalade
And Tit' quickly follow
Gettin ready for the summer get your
Cars out and fix it
When it comes to that ridin and smoke
Look I'm addicted nigga

I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty

Yo, gotta get that monkey off my back, sir
I'm smoking dro and chopping Os
Up in my 'Lac, sir
Where the fuck you at when
Them little bitty animals attack, sir?
I'm in the trap and when I get
Caught up in a rapture, relax, sir
It's like cataracts, actually, it has to be
A factory of smoke and clouds, I'm choking
Proud and rhapsody
The sack of trees is rote and now
So potent now that the track is squeezed
So clap and be happy to be nappy and snapping
Just keep on rapping but
Nobody comes after me
Pop! One hit from the blunt
Then I stop, drop, roll!
Really really wanna fuck with
The Glock-Glock? No!
They so simple better hit that block slow
On yo' mark, get get ready, set, go!
You could watch this Georgia Tec' blow
If I don't get some of that
Wet wet wet-t-t wet dro!

I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty