Aye, b#tch
Smoke, yuh
Aye, let’s get lit
Aye
Emo b#tch callin’ my phone for the shrooms
Send her the addy and tell her come through
This quarter for 80 but 60 for you
Homie try to rob, hit his #ss with the deuce deuce
Can’t find robin’s that fit me so i’m wearing trues
.556 put his #ss on the news
Pull up on my producer now he off the shrooms
Ain’t no tellin’ what i’m bout to do
This mcm match my b.b. belt
Tell my ex i’ll see you in hell
Said i owe him what? it don’t ring a bell
I just got some work, put it on the scale
b#tch i’m bout to make a drug sale
Two grams of wax, sell that sh#t for a hunnid
Onе gram of coke, sell that sh#t for a hunnid
Give a b#tch three bеans for a hunnid
If you know then you know b#tch you know that i taxed it
I don’t give a f#ck so b#tch why is you askin’
Hell nah ain’t gon’ lower my price
Got my b#tch makin’ me noodles and rice
He said that it’s gas but i think that it’s spice
Give me a cup of henny on ice
Let me sit back and roll my backwood
I’m really like this, i don’t act hood
It’s a dead man inside my backwood
She like damn, this a fat #ss backwood
At least three grams inside my backwood
I’mma keep rappin’ bout my backwood
Roll a dutch if i don’t got a backwood
sh#t sellin’ fast, i know the pack good
My b#tch make me noodles, rub my back good
Roll a 3 5 full of that good
White b#tch callin’ my phone for the yayo
Paid 160 for a zip of the fuego
Sold a pint for 600 i hit it with karo
Only watch hulu i don’t f#ck with cable
All my sh#t independent, i don’t need a label
All these rappers b#tchin’ bout they label
I used to be broke, had to turn the tables
I used to be broke as f#ck cleaning tables
Paid 600 for a brand new pistola
Thick #ss b#tch and she from pensacola
She love the coke but not coca-cola
Catch me at the stove cookin’ that yola
Learned how to whip it up with baking soda
If we get pulled over put the work in your cho-cha
f#cked a spanish b#tch, she said hola
Aye
Emo b#tch callin’ my phone for the shrooms
Send her the addy and tell her come through
This quarter for 80 but 60 for you
Homie try to rob, hit his #ss with the deuce deuce
Can’t find robin’s that fit me so i’m wearing trues
.556 put his #ss on the news
Pull up on my producer now he off the shrooms
Ain’t no tellin’ what i’m bout to do
White b#tch callin’ my phone for the yayo
Paid 160 for a zip of the fuego
Sold a pint for 600 i hit it with karo
Only watch hulu i don’t f#ck with cable
All my sh#t independent, i don’t need a label
All these rappers b#tchin’ bout they label
I used to be broke, had to turn the tables
I used to be broke as f#ck cleaning tables
Paid 600 for a brand new pistola
Thick #ss b#tch and she from pensacola
She love the coke but not coca-cola
Catch me at the stove cookin’ that yola
Learned how to whip it up with baking soda
If we get pulled over put the work in your cho-cha
f#cked a spanish b#tch, she said hola
Aye
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Smoke Supreme Lyrics – OFF THE SHROOMS