Trippie Redd, Schoolboy Q, Curren$y - Smoke lyrics
Trippie Redd [Michael Lamar White II] Canton, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Trippie Redd, Schoolboy Q, Curren$y - Smoke lyrics]
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, huh
Gang yeah
I said, "Who want smoke?" (Smoke, bah)
I got that Glock on me (Gang)
Yeah, I’m on the block with a knot on me
(Knot on me) i said, "Who want smoke?"
(Smoke, me) , you tough or not, homie?
It's all a façade, homie, better talk to God
Homie (Talk to God)
Yeah, ayy, and that fire on me
(Keep that fire, fah)
Told that bitch, "skate, "
(Skate) , not no figure 8 (Okay)
Made a couple milli', bitch
On some real estate
(Ayy, ayy, on some real estate)
Sippin’ Dom Pérignon, eatin' good steak
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And I do a hundred-fifty on the interstate
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, interstatе)
That's on God, nigga (That's on God, nigga)
Murder gang, murder mob, nigga
(Murder mob, nigga)
Wе the best like Asahd, nigga
(Like Asahd, nigga) , when I'm scrapin'
That damn pot, nigga (Slime, slime)
Pew pew pew pew pew yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Got a pound in the duffle on
My way to the store (On my way to the store)
Write an album in one night
I had your bitch come through
She broke it down in the lounge
Broke it off on the boat
She broke it off and tote
And she rolled me a few
Now I'm fresh off my BAPE colab
Benz pullin' out a rental van
My Rolls-Royce parked in front my grass
Next door neighbors mad
I act like I never had
Fuck ’em, I started out with nothing
Now I hop out the muhfucker, leave it runnin’
Walk in the bank
Walk out countin' hella money
It’s east side in the town, yeah
I said somethin'
We bring a pound in the section
Or we not comin' yeah, yeah
Uh (Woo) , yay, yay hundred when I came
'nother hundred if I’ma stay
I'm still in my ways
Hangin' plaques and makin' plays
Duece of the Dre, can't keep a humble face
Skrrt, skrrt in all blue like Smurf
The black kirk
Where we X-men and slide out first
I been off Earth, I been all work, ayy, easy
I ran up the bag good weekly
My teeth like Fiji
The M times M, keep them on repeat
I walk it like I talk it
So much that my feet bleed the cho-, ayy
Choppa can't fit in my two seats
Nigga, it's groovy (Achoo)
Gang yeah
I said, "Who want smoke?" (Smoke, bah)
I got that Glock on me (Gang)
Yeah, I’m on the block with a knot on me
(Knot on me) i said, "Who want smoke?"
(Smoke, me) , you tough or not, homie?
It's all a façade, homie, better talk to God
Homie (Talk to God)
Yeah, ayy, and that fire on me
(Keep that fire, fah)
Told that bitch, "skate, "
(Skate) , not no figure 8 (Okay)
Made a couple milli', bitch
On some real estate
(Ayy, ayy, on some real estate)
Sippin’ Dom Pérignon, eatin' good steak
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And I do a hundred-fifty on the interstate
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, interstatе)
That's on God, nigga (That's on God, nigga)
Murder gang, murder mob, nigga
(Murder mob, nigga)
Wе the best like Asahd, nigga
(Like Asahd, nigga) , when I'm scrapin'
That damn pot, nigga (Slime, slime)
Pew pew pew pew pew yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Got a pound in the duffle on
My way to the store (On my way to the store)
Write an album in one night
I had your bitch come through
She broke it down in the lounge
Broke it off on the boat
She broke it off and tote
And she rolled me a few
Now I'm fresh off my BAPE colab
Benz pullin' out a rental van
My Rolls-Royce parked in front my grass
Next door neighbors mad
I act like I never had
Fuck ’em, I started out with nothing
Now I hop out the muhfucker, leave it runnin’
Walk in the bank
Walk out countin' hella money
It’s east side in the town, yeah
I said somethin'
We bring a pound in the section
Or we not comin' yeah, yeah
Uh (Woo) , yay, yay hundred when I came
'nother hundred if I’ma stay
I'm still in my ways
Hangin' plaques and makin' plays
Duece of the Dre, can't keep a humble face
Skrrt, skrrt in all blue like Smurf
The black kirk
Where we X-men and slide out first
I been off Earth, I been all work, ayy, easy
I ran up the bag good weekly
My teeth like Fiji
The M times M, keep them on repeat
I walk it like I talk it
So much that my feet bleed the cho-, ayy
Choppa can't fit in my two seats
Nigga, it's groovy (Achoo)