Smoke (feat. WRA Yung Zay)

Who want the smoke with us? You see us boy don't you joke with us Hellcats so you know its us, beefing with who, you broke as f*ck No nigga, can't get close to us, I fucked shawty now we close enough If it's trauma then it's us showing up So much money on me I'm like holy f*ck Hold up Kai I don't think boys really ready Artillery look like it came from the navy Bitches claiming we fucked but never date me It's monopoly, step on my block gotta pay me Niggas don't even know me but they hate me Purple in my cup got me feeling hazy Little bad bitch want me just for a baby And you gotta drive fast it's Yung Zay, not Miss Daisy Got a bitch undercover I ain't talking 'bout K.C Nobody in this world could ever replace me Bitch you real drunk like my big homie Stacey Up the score in 30 seconds, clips full of Tracy's All my music is fire like I'm risen from Hades Fucked that lil pretty bitch in a Mercedes Counting this money, I been doing lately But the things I would do if I get Chloe-ahh What? I-I'mma chill, I'mma chill F*ck outta here You better chill 'cause we all know that Chloe Bailey be belonging to me At the same time I do not want relationship Most of these bitches belong to the streets Why do you lie all the time? I don't get it lil baby why you can't be honest with me? I got a bitch hold the dick like a microphone Swear to god she sing a song to the meat I know some niggas who ain't really had nothing Only had two, ain't really have cousins Nigga said he beat me he was mad bluffing My hoe got OnlyFans, I get half of it I been blowing up quick do the math of it This a 392 get the Scat buzzing No November, I fill her with mad stuffing And I think its a new bitch I'm bad crushing (F*ck!) I think I meant crushing bad Nigga you pussy we call you the punching bag I got 100k stuffed in the duffle bag If I was you I would never be touching that Call her McDonald's, the dick she be loving that The bitch you call baby, oh yeah I be fucking that Just like my daddy I f*ck and ain't coming back He talk to the cops, how the hell could you love a rat? That ho dramatic as f*ck She wanna be wifey, I'm packing it up It's okay 'cause I got a gat in the truck If you give me the money I'm adding it up That ho got a fatty, she backing it up But her coochie stank so I'm mad as the f*ck (Damn!)