Super Smoke

[Intro:]
Yuh, aye, aye
(Trap-A-Holics Mixtapes)
Yuh, yuh yuh
Aye, Smoke Supreme in this bitch
Aye
(Benny Hennessy)

[Chorus:]
I rock Gucci, I rock Fendi
Got bad bitches by the plenty
Smoking kush when I be stressin'
Crackin' cards, boy you finessin' (nah)
I be rollin' up the smoke
Bad bitch she gimme throat
Got a choppa with the scope
All this money, I need a boat
Smokin' kushy by the pound
Roll a blunt and pass it around (pass it around)
On my neck a couple thou
On my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou)
That bitch want me for some clout
I don’t want her, kick her out (I kick her out)
All I’ll do is smoke you out
He talkin' shit I lay him down, bow

[Verse 1]
I just popped another flat
And my pockets extra fat
Yeah my bitch got hella tats
And I’m smokin' on this thrax
Yeah this drank got me litty, aye
Bust right on her titty, aye
Countin' all these millies, aye
Philly that’s my city, aye
Catch me ridin' round in a Rarri with my team bitch
You know I be smokin' on that strong, know what I mean bitch
I ain't fuckin' with no crackin' cards or money schemes bitch
Rest in peace to Fredo, I ain't sippin' on that lean bitch

[Chorus:]
I rock Gucci, I rock Fendi
Got bad bitches by the plenty
Smoking kush when I be stressin'
Crackin' cards, boy you finessin' (nah)
I be rollin' up the smoke
Bad bitch she gimme throat
Got a choppa with the scope
All this money, I need a boat
Smokin' kushy by the pound
Roll a blunt and pass it around (pass it around)
On my neck a couple thou
On my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou)
That bitch want me for some clout
I don’t want her, kick her out (I kick her out)
All I’ll do is smoke you out
He talkin' shit I lay him down, bow

[Verse 2: JAMiE SATURN]
All black on my clothes (aye)
Blunt smoke in my throat (aye)
Posted all by me lone (skuh, aye)
I'm a thrash smokin' dope (aye)
Come from a city where a killing's an accomplishment (aye)
Nigga talkin' shit I use a bullet as a condiment (aye)
Fuckin' with the hottest bitch (huh)
Body, yeah I'll catch it bitch (aye, yuh)
I won't pass this shit (aye)
OG cookies smell like acid piss (skuh)
All up in the thotty throat (what)
Make you catch the holy ghost (aye, aye, aye, aye)
Make a nigga body flip, have bullet holes all in his clothes (skuh)

[Chorus:]
I rock Gucci, I rock Fendi
Got bad bitches by the plenty
Smoking kush when I be stressin'
Crackin' cards, boy you finessin' (nah)
I be rollin' up the smoke
Bad bitch she gimme throat
Got a choppa with the scope
All this money, I need a boat
Smokin' kushy by the pound
Roll a blunt and pass it around (pass it around)
On my neck a couple thou
On my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou)
That bitch want me for some clout
I don’t want her, kick her out (I kick her out)
All I’ll do is smoke you out
He talkin' shit I lay him down, bow