Smoke Break

[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
The Super Producers

[Chorus]
I need a smoke, where the matches?
I'm a king, fuck ya status
Gettin' dough, I pay no taxes
I'm a star in all fashion
Of the world bro
I'mma flip the bird, bro
Coming through them thorns
And all you here is skrrt, hoe

[Verse 1]
All polo and some white shoes
Funny thing now is that I'm a nice dude
But when you cross that line and in the right move
And my Tindr bitches what I like? Nudes
Oh yeah, can ya feel that?
I'm giving y'all that real rap
I'mma get the money, make the deal fat
Making hits with a steel bat
That ideal cuatro in that monte carlo
Which whip will I whip tomorrow
Got six chicks down to sip the bottle
Go coast to coast like I ship the cargo
I don't really know if these people keep it real
I'm just telling all y'all fuckers how a homie really feel
And I'm looking up to God, can you tell me what is real?
I''m just waiting for your answer at the alter where I kneel

[Chorus]
I need a smoke, where the matches?
I'm a king, fuck ya status
Gettin' dough, I pay no taxes
I'm a star in all fashion
Of the world bro
I'mma flip the bird, bro
Coming through them throns
And all you here is skrrt, hoe

[Verse 2]
Lemme get the money
I see you bitches acting funny
Ha, can't take nothing from me
Nah, wrapping blunts like mummies
Yah, free the homie when he caught a bitch
I roll around, you can't stop the kid
Truth be told, I'm hot as shit
Just savor it up when you spot the kid
Real talk, I'm tryna speak the truth
I stay loyal, bros to my roots
Since 15 I've been in the booth
At 16 I was on the move
Used to ride in that old chevy
Now we out here, show ready
I can see the bull, you're so petty
You can have your shine, I blow heavy

[Chorus]
I need a smoke, where the matches?
I'm a king, fuck ya status
Gettin' dough, I pay no taxes
I'm a star in all fashion
Of the world bro
I'mma flip the bird, bro
Coming through them thorns
And all you here is skrrt, hoe

[Outro]
Sunny Side