Yuh! Smoke
What up, Kujo
Do ya thang
Long nights trappin' out the house, yuh yuh (Aye)
Coughin', I got blood inside my mouth, yah yah (Damn)
Talkin' reckless, I might send my scouts, yah yah (Bow)
Drippin' hard, bitch, this ain't a drought, yah yah (Drip!)
4G, stomp em on the concrete (Ski ski)
I don't fuck wit' sugar, I don't talk sweet (Nah)
Keep my enemies up on a dog leash, yeah (Arf!)
I might run the fade in my Givenchy (Damn)
Yeah Givenchy, bitch I am beyond cheap (Ooh)
Bitch I got them rocks, Jay-Z wit' no Beyonce
Flexed up, BAPE camouflage just like the army
Obvi', got like way too many bitches on me (Damn)
Pull up to the party with the blow (With the blow, yah)
Glock 17 on up on your nose (On your, uh, bih!)
Phone callin', that's that Motorola (Brrp brrp brrp)
They been talkin' shit, wait until I roll up, yah (Skrr skrr skrr)
Bitch I'm too fye, bitches always trippin' get your shoes tied (Facts)
Two sides, bitch I'm gettin' paper like it's two-ply (Got racks, yeah)
Oh my, Gucci on my slippers, yeah I'm too fly (That's facts, yeah)
No lie, I been on the come-up, what you know 'bout it
I drop 67 on my shooter, yeah, Rambo (Damn)
Bitches sendin' pictures tryna come up to the bando (Naw)
Mask off, fuck it, mask on, Dio Brando
I just wanna fuck, I ain't finna hold your hand, hoe (Nah)
Black like commando, boy I know you pissed
I know you ain't send no hits, goofy bitch you is dismissed (Nah, nah, nah)
I just fight, I don't diss, army knife like I'm Swiss, yeah
I can't go back, ain't no time to reminisce, yah yah
Aye you know what's goin' on man
Big Smoke Supreme in this bitch
Shoutout Kujo, shoutout AKA
Yuh, aye, yuh
Aye, yuh, aye
LTE up on my phone, bitch not no 4G (Nah)
Hoe you know I'm smokin' on that WiFi OG (That gas!)
If you say you with the shits, you better show me (Lil bitch)
Smokin' exotic, man you bitches can't approach me (That's that gas)
Bad bitch off the Tinder, she gon blow me (She gon suck my dick)
Hit a lick out the Uber, we stay lowkey (Boom boom boom boom!)
Everywhere I go, these bitches yellin' Smokey
If I don't know you, stay away, you not my homie (Nah)
Aye, I just might get reckless, might pull up with Tecs and wet ya, aye (Pow pow pow!)
Put you on a stretcher, aye, grams all on my dresser, aye (Gas!)
I finished fuckin' on your bitch she told me that you stress her, aye (Damn)
For better or for worse I be that get money finesser, aye (Guap)
Fast car, NASCAR, Lambo, not no Jaguar (Skrr!)
Rollin' up that chronic, bitch you know we let that gas spark
Blunt rolled, that indo, know we smokin' big dope (Uh-huh)
Smoke Supreme and Kujo, bitch you know that is my kinfolk, aye
Know what the fuck goin' on
Smoke Supreme, bitch
Aye, ayo, fuck YMG