Smok’N Grams

[Verse 1: Jayy Grams]
I'm movin' in to tow your unit off
Send 'em in the backseat with a Backie, I don't do cigars
Particles that you have lost, inside my new cruisin' Dodge
Piles of dudes get through across for miles and all I do is pause to get a drink
I mean, regardless they goners
I'm with the God of that ganja
I get the God then I'm gonna get it like boxers
I used to spar with Halo and Von and Vinny on [?]
The list of crew go on but, we found that many impostors
I sense the chakra
I sip the [?] with a silky on, got no limit
Go over heads of those who oppose gimmicks
I'm no chemist but, I be cheffin' the most grimmest
Road clinic product you ever seen
And it's no sinnin'

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Find the match, it's not many results
What you did, not many would know
I done traveled the atlas and packed it, quite many of folks
I'm from the block [?] use Henny for cope
It's an everyday struggle, no Complex
Context, gotta keep 'em rattled like bomb threats, um yes
Don't let me catch you slippin' like chancletas
[?] even built [?] sex
That's VVS on my arm, neck
Iceberg, [?] sweaters, that's a calm flex
Shorty, you actin' like a blonde bitch
You never seen these one-of-one's, these concepts, ha
I said I'm not for play
One-hundred-twelve grams, I rolled twenty eight with Jayy, uh
It's OG and not homegrown
Kush God, Bitch I get stoned stoned

[Verse 3: Jayy Grams]
I bone [?] along my zone, though
Long chrome is ringing through the wall like it's a home phone
Won't roam in here, my niggas hundred round goons like they Q Da Fool
Y'all roamin' in the IV like the numeral
The usual, pharmaceutical
Palm your lootables
They armed with Uzi's and Ruger's taking [?] and [?] too
And fusin' a [?] a bitter booze and abuse the boof, amusin'
Who would think with all the rappers out they'd be choosin' you?
A few rebuke but, I'm still pukin'
Apocalypse comin', [?] freestyles at a function
I'm wildin' with punches like Wilder with punches
And y'all can sleep on Jayy Grams 'til your noggin' dysfunction

[Verse 4: Smoke DZA]
It's not for discussion
I puff, puff the scene, rollin' up a Russian cream
Sucka' scheme, all my niggas ball like a Rutgers team
Underground, mainstream, just between
Indie as a muhfucka', [?] up the streams
Really just to think it was just a dream
Classy car [?] with the bucket lean
Hoppin' out of somethin' that's just as clean (uh)
[?] paper
You really the Grant Hill of pump-fakers
Limoncello this one, trust me, this blunt's [?]
Take a hit and watch your lungs shake up
Here's a tip, make sure your funds made up
And if you jotted down this game then when you done, cake up