Roc Marciano, Knowledge The Pirate - No Smoke lyrics

I dream of Jeannie in that Hermès bikini
Listen, yo yo

I dream of Jeannie in that Hermès bikini
Drivin' in Aventador Lamborghini
Somewhere in Fiji
Sippin' mojitos and martinis
While Trump tweetin' quotes from Mussolini
Shit I'm trying to raise my Kundalini
We all about our chicken and that fettuccine
My jeans are DSquared, my shoes are Buscemi
Son was, chewing zucchini, eating linguine
Shit got, hot and steamy
Send shots to his beanie
I'm from a block where
They watching the schemin'
Plottin' and squattin'
With the chopper then squeeze it
Let it fly then disappear like Houdini
Past the crime scene make sure
His food was finished
Found his body laid on 129 and Lenox
Them hittas was out of town let
'em know who did it
(Man them niggas come from OT) a far throw
That's where his soul was sentenced
(Fuckin' lame ass nigga)
The nigga fold 'cause he
Told on his codefendant
(Word boy, that nigga outta here man)
He broke code when he told on his codefendant

Gold frames and gold chains, you chump change
Changin' lanes in the Mulsanne
I'm smooth like suede
Your real estate sprayed like
A shootin' range i got shooters for days
Ain't nothing new I'm still doin' thangs
I still clean my jewelry with toothpaste
Drivebys in Taurus SHO
Silent murders with the crossbow (mmmmm)
Might blow this whole elbow
You fuckin' wit me? Hell no
Rain hail snow, I smell like coke
Might drop in ammo belts and coats
Kel Tec's held close
The Colt 40 got the elephant nose
You already know how the other shit goes
That's my word, these proverbs
Niggas waitin' on my return
I had some time to burn
What's a broken promise worth?
These are honest words
Momma I'm just tryna earn a
Dime to calm my nerves
Flyin' Spurs swerve, all kind of furs
Where drive-bys occur, watch pies get turned
The flyest bird, you must be high on sherm
You got nerve
They might have to buy you a iron shirt
(woo, Can't fuck with me boy
Fuck outta here bum ass)
My bitch a white fox, go get your shinebox
(go get it) you ridin' or not? I have ya
Body tied in a knot
Bacardi Limon on the rocks
Diamonds all on the watch
You ain't got the chops to trade shots
The chopper weigh a lot
The tripod keep it stabilized
Dudes paying with your lives
To spray you is just a favor to the gods

Sacrifice you nigga
Take you to the altar nigga
Drop you in a volcano bitch
Got me packin' my bag
Yeah, all that good shit
Light yo' ass up, boy