Smoke

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Let me hit that shit, nigga
Here, nigga, hit this shit, grrr

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I'm smokin' on some of that granddaddy purple indo smoke
In the BM, rollin' with the windows low
Bitches lookin' at a nigga like he ain't kinfolks, though (Ayy, bitch)
They wanna put me in a bed and pull the windows closed
I smoke like a chimney, I ain't got no enemies
So I be smokin' many trees, thinkin' like a centipede
Grrr, met a bitch named Gelato
Coulda been a model, had her doin' the Jaylen Waddle
All these bitches want is niggas to take they ass to Cabo
Fishin' for tips, I love to see their head bobble
Then I smash on the throttle and I'm off to the pad
Pocket full of that Gary Payton with a .9 in the bag
And I'm in the fast lane with a pocket of cash
Yeah, I'm rollin' hella high but I'm not finna crash
.45 in a sixty five, lookin' at the ocean
Totin' blue dream, feelin' like it's slow motion
Let's smoke

[Chorus: Phonk Beta & Brotha Lynch Hung]
I'm smokin', yeah (Nigga, let's smoke)
I'm chokin', hell yeah (I give 'em they shine, let's smoke)
Gettin' high today, high today
High today, they steady smokin'
Look, nigga, let's smoke
Smokin'

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, I got on my twenty four jersey, yeah, them niggas know me
Lookin' at me like Kobe, niggas call me O.G
I'm high, watch 'em closely, touchin' on my heat
This indo hit me so sweet but I stay on my feet
'Cause they might want some beef (Grrr), and I love that beat
I'm the reaper creeper, you runnin' like wide receiver, deeper, sheesh
Smokin' on that Cheech, I got receipts
Life is deep, I got that .9 in the back seat
If the math ain't mathin', yeah, I'm 'bout that action
There will be distraction, creepin' up on your peeps
(Creepin' up on your peeps)
Isley Brother that nigga, put him between the sheets
(Put him between the sheets)
Ray Rice that nigga, I got blood all on my cleats
(Blood all on my cleats)
Just got my six-four, and a brand new pistol
And I'm on the 101 drivin' like a schitzo
.45 in a sixty five, lookin' at the ocean
Totin' blue dream feelin' like it's slow motion
Let's smoke

[Chorus: Phonk Beta & Brotha Lynch Hung]
I'm smokin', yeah (Nigga, let's smoke)
I'm chokin', hell yeah (I give 'em they shine, let's smoke)
Gettin' high today, high today
High today, they steady smokin'
Nigga, let's smoke
Smokin'

[Verse 3: V8]
As I puff on a blunt, blowin' the smoke out my fronts
Try to kill, nevs, I need to quit for months and months
But every time I close my eyes, I see the greens
Wrapped in plastic, strapped to my jeans
The Mary Jane leaves a stain on my brain
Puffin' on indo smoke, my brain puff out a vein but still maintain
My whole composure, puffin' on doja
Off the cookies and shit, I thought I told ya
I grow my own shit, keepin' it steady
Can't harvest yet, tryin' clones not ready
You ever see me comin' in my drop-top 'stang
You better run 'cause I'ma treat you like Saddam Hussein
With the blunt in my mouth, better yet, a Backwood
Stuffed with wedding cake and it's that good
Mmm, yeah, I keep 'em in line (Keep 'em in line)
But if they homie, I'll give 'em the shine
So let's smoke

[Chorus: Phonk Beta & V8]
I'm smokin', yeah (I give 'em they shine, let's smoke)
I'm chokin', hell yeah (Let's smoke)
Gettin' high today, high today
High today, they steady smokin'
Let's smoke
Smokin'