Smoke DZA - Less Smoking, More Rapping lyrics

[Smoke DZA - Less Smoking, More Rapping lyrics]

Get money, fuck bitches, continuously stylin'
Another day, another offer
The money keep pilin'
Never been to Rikers but I
Take trips to the island
A thousand dollars for my kicks
No red on the bottom
Can't spend it when I'm gone
Shit niggas be dying
Another day, another body
Lil' niggas be wildin'
I'm high plus you funny-looking
That's why I keep smilin'
I copped the rollie off my grind
I call it perfect timin'
Got the hood wondering what I got signed for
They still sleeping
They must fuck with Phillip Stein More
Another package on my next day shit
Wonder why you ain't seen this piece
That's cause it's next year shit


I'll leave 'em crispy like a bad cook
Go through my closet like a 2012 lookbook
All types of flavors been around the world
Met all types of players
All types of hustlers, all types of haters
I kill 'em with that hot flow
Rollin' through the city with Richie in
A 3-series like motherfuck the potholes
45 degrees, no top flow - we hot though
Haters tryna cop my swag, naw - shop closed
Silly rabbit, rap niggas be fake friendly
I don't care who like me
Real niggas relate to me
Lil' homie, still on the ave
Getting cake for me
Which means, I'm still that nigga, basically
I kicked in the door, let my niggas in
No, I'm poppin' in places
You ain't never been
It's the Kush God's time, ya'll watch
You gon' wish you was there
When the ball dropped

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