Blowin' Smoke (feat. Shadie)

Wha… What Shii... Blowin Smoke, I’m Blowin Smoke Blowin Smoke, I told em I told em I told em I told em I told em I told em again & again They’ll understand any minute That every sentence I’m spitting I’m fucking handling business I wish you knew me better That’a make you do me better She take off my Gucci sweater F*ck em I make Gucci book better I make this look easy But shit be difficult I hit the pinnacle And put all my niggas on Then set a bigger goal Get in gorilla mode I’m in a different zone Try keep the damage to minimal I can’t maintain it F*ck all the fake shit I don’t entertain it I just wanna get this bag I don’t even wanna be famous Wish i could murder beat & still remain nameless Clean kill That’s a clean kill Forreal I’m still stainless Kameechi Blowing smoke like the exhaust I been chasing paper I’m exhausted Bad bitch Drip like a faucet And she goin… She goin let me hit the target Blowin smoke like the exhaust I been chasing paper I’m exhausted Made men Clique steady mobbing You got shooters We got marksman & they don’t miss a target Na they aint wit no talkin Come across that sucka shit too often Gotta address it then n there And if you got a problem Just say when & where I cant let you drain my energy F*ck all that cool shit I rather be enemies At least i know who I'm talkin to I'm finishing up wit ya bitch Give her a minute to call you I smoke too much of this shit I start to f*ck wit the oils Yo You goin hear what I got to say Till it fuckin annoy you I dont give a f*ck if it bore you I probly just fuckin ignore you I'm in the kitchen cookin up & this shit is starting to boil Hold up hold up We bubbling now Don’t touch that THAT'S HOT Huh Yeah Blowing smoke like the exhaust I been chasing paper I’m exhausted Made men Clique steady mobbing You got shooters We got marksman And they don’t miss a target Blowing smoke like the exhaust I been chasing paper I’m exhausted Bad bitch Drip like a faucet And she goin… She goin let me hit the target YeaaShadie Aw shit Came up on some boss shit If you take this shit I’m bout to take it get you nauseous 2 grams & a raw... damn Girl come take that off... yea She goin let me poke her face Bet... Goin all in Tell me what you need I got a deal for you You f*ck up that money you in real trouble My shooters go dummy & they real loyal Look behind you see the smoke coming out that steel on you That’s that exhaust shit… Nigga