SMOKE HIM

I'm sippin' codeine, this shit huggin' me, damn I be goin' off that promethazine My bitch keep tryna tell me stop, this shit is killin' me Yea it's killin' me All I know is get to the riches, this not the end of me, ayy, yeah, ayy I can see it in your eyes, is you a friend of me, or you my enemy, nigga, ayy I hop out the cut with the 4-5 tucked Bullets rippin', and them llamas spittin', ayy They rippin' through your flesh Nigga talkin hot, ayy, he shoulda bought a vest When I spin that block, I'ma teach you not to disrespect You know I'm all about the check, and I got that good lawyer I keep him on deck Cus I got that Glock 40, all I know is step, ayy I'm stompin' on these bitches Niggas want the clout, yeah, I just want the riches I'm smokin' out the pound, I don't smoke Out no nickels This zaza in my lungs, while I'm countin' up these digits I'm drivin' real fast, cause we shootin' out the window Then we put that boy to bed, yeah Give that nigga a pillow And that fat nigga think he rockstar, think he Willow And that nigga think I'm playin', till I roll him like some endo, nigga