ZOTiYAC, Heist187 - SMOKE UP lyrics

Pushin' on blocks and they don't stop
Fee in call say what the fuck to hood-pop
I think about if I walked up to the gas stop
Picked up a cig, yeah
That's from the transpot
CY called P, 'bout to kill some shit
Talked a few tracks, Homie head to the crib


For a second focus on a few
Of lands, backin' up some work
Packed up on a few grams
Think about the future scan upon the
Parts to pick a plan, borgeus
Now I'm the person tryna be a man
Rollin' up a blunt I give
You low for the gas
What you wanna work? Straight learn for the
Cash, leave him in the dirt
Fuck his bitch then I passed
Losing on yo', yo' can't tell any grams

He stained a lil' boy for the pack
It ain't nothing
Time passy, come back like we're sat
Now that's something
If he testin', I ain't stressing, Got
The weapon, nigga, run it, yuh
Bitch, I run it, yuh bitch, I run it
Bitch, I run it

If he caught slippin' he slumpin'
My gun is too dirty
I shouldn't be dumpin'
I'm too with the shit's
But that don't mean I'm dumpin'
I pass in the streets
But in class I be flunkin'
Fuck it, Don't get this shit misconstrued
That bitch is a tool
And yo' miss can get screwed
Beatin' yo' witness, If I
Miss then I'm screw
Only take hit's with the spliff for the deuce
I'm the sickest, flick the cig, and I flew
Strip yo' miss, and say she missin' me too
I've been dippin' so she missin' me too
Walk through her wall, sick
To say that I'm through
Just a jit, I'm too legit what I do
Another slit, my fuckin' wrist gon' be blue
Jump a cliff and suck a dick, If you prove
Trippin' we gon' clip
Don't give a fuck who
A victim isn't shit, Get stomped by my shoes
Rip him with the stick
It stuck em' like glue
Bitch I'm drippin'
Get the fuck out my face
187 If you touch my plate
1 on 7 all of you can get 8
'Fore I shoot em', make sure I say my brace
No nasty nigga, but I fancy, my ways
No belt, just to hoof to the hold it in place
'Cause I be walkin' like the
Pimp in the place if yo' hoe smart
She would stay in her place
I broke it in shook
Solo hands getting shaped, but the
Back of my hand wanna meet up his face, ha
Ha

On blocks and they don't stop
Fee in call say what the fuck to hood-pop
I think about if I walked up to the gas stop
Picked up a cig-cig, from the transpot
CY called P, 'bout to kill some shit
Talked a few tracks, Homie head to the crib

I be hella fit

For a second focus on a few
Of lands, backin' up some work
Packed up on a few grams
Think about the future scan upon the
Parts to pick a plan, borgeus
Now I'm the person tryna be a man
Rollin' up a blunt I give
You low for the gas
What you wanna work? Straight learn for the
Cash, leave him in the dirt
Fuck his bitch then I passed
Losing on yo' don't, can't tell any grams