Smoke

[Intro]
Yeah, might as well light up a candle
Shootin’, I went off the handle
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that smoke, blow that-
Uh, yeah, light this bitch up like I’m Rambo
Then I skirt off in a Lambo
Yeah, light this bitch up like I’m Rambo
Then I skirt off in a Lambo

[Hook]
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that-
Uh, ay, yeah
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that-
Uh, ay, yeah
I ain’t tripping on these numbers
I ain’t tripping ‘bout these hoes
They ain’t tripping on my orders
If I say to go, then they’ll go
I ain’t worried bout these haters
I ain’t worried bout these folk
If they say it’s up, then it’s up
And if they say it’s smoke, then it’s smoke

[Verse]
Say they got problems, well I got the answer
If you wanna scrap, then it’s hands, no hammers
Anything goes but the pussy-ass flexers
If you bringing your crew, I got plenty expendables
These racks in my pockets looking pretty spendable
These macs in my hand got plans and ammo
Tracks I recorded got plenty of fire
You dying, I might as well light up a candle
Yeah, might as well light up a candle
Shooting, I went off the handle
Yeah, light this bitch up like I’m Rambo
Then I skirt off in a Lambo
Yeah, too many muhfuckers dying
Way too many to handle
Yeah, jump out the muhfucking jet
Landing, this ain’t what I planned though
Ain’t brought my winter coat, fuck
This ain’t what I planned for
Yeah, this world’ll get real cold
Good thing I stocked up on ammo
Might just go off on a tangent
Might just take over the planet
Yeah, I’ve always felt abandoned
My mind’s like the fucking canyon
Ay, run that shit up ‘til I die
You won’t catch me by surprise
Ay, smoking ‘til my mind fried
I always gotta be high
Ay, keeping my shit on lock
Ziplock with a zip tie
Ay, whipping when I ghost ride
Whiplash every time
Uh, give em hell ‘til the end
Run outta ink in my pen
Grip on my sack then I ran
Grabbing the crotch of my pants
Devil won’t get to my soul
No, I won’t let him win
Demons been creeping the door
I know I won’t let them in
Dreams about chains on my neck
Diamonds all over my body
Yeah, will I live to the end?
Scared to go outside, yeah
Crazy world that we in
Gotta grab on the blick
Yeah, fentanyl in the sticks
Go to hell after bliss
Light it up, wheres the bic
Tell ‘em, “suck on my dick”
Middle finger to below
Damn my heart so sick
Running outta that hope
Atmosphere getting cold, yeah
Dial the plug on my phone
Blow all the smoke ‘til its gone, yeah (blow all the)

[Hook]
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that- (blow that smoke, uh)
Uh, ay, yeah
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that- (blow that smoke, uh)
Uh, ay, yeah
I ain’t tripping on these numbers
I ain’t tripping ‘bout these hoes
They ain’t tripping on my orders
If I say to go, then they’ll go
I ain’t worried bout these haters
I ain’t worried bout these folk
If they say it’s up, then it’s up
And if they say it’s smoke, then it’s smoke

[Outro]
Yeah, might as well light up a candle
Shootin’, I went off the handle
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that-
Uh, yeah, light this bitch up like I’m Rambo
Then I skirt off in a lambo
Blow that smoke, blow that smoke
Blow that smoke, blow that-
Uh, trippin’ on these numbers
Uh, hoes, uh
I ain’t worried ‘bout these folk, uh
Yeah, smoke, then it’s smoke, uh