Smoke Dza - Code Orange lyrics

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Verse 1: Smoke DZA

You smell that fragrance

You know my steez, you know my squad, you know what my name is

The hoes call me Smokey

Rub me down, low key

Smell that strand, I mean that stench my cologne is OG

Oh he

Only talk about weed and counting loot

But what the fuck did you expect?

That's what I like to do

Shit on your best outfit

And I'm on my old school Harlem, best-out shit

Who house this?

I'm in your fridge about to fix a plate

Feet all over your table like I own the place

On my Calvin shit

Slide your sister, show your brother cheese

Like "Sorry Ms. Billups, we going out to eat."

I got a hustler's aura

Plus I'm a 9-11 nigga with morals

I don't owe you niggas shit, I ain't got nothing for ya

Unless you my CoDee, you don't know me, nigga blow me

Bridge: Mad Max

OK I'll burn the goddamn house down

But blow me first, how dare you, how fucking dare you

Rrraaarggghh

Verse 2: Smoke DZA

I get it in, buckets like Gilligan

Plus the riddles I riddle like I'm on Ritalin

Competition is little cause I get rid of them

I'm illa' then, whoever that you considerin'

I give a fuck how niggas feelin' bout who's hot, son

Cause opinions are like Facebook, everybody got one

I ain't into fiction, that's a James Cameron feel

I'm more like Michael Moore, what I document is real

I hate a nigga trying to give advice

Talking that killer shit and he don't live that life

Focus up

Don't fuck up your day shift

Go ahead and miss me with that "back-in-the-day" shit

Niggas will tell you anything, foolery

Whole lifestyle just ghetto buffoonery

I'm on your heels, niggas better pay homage

It's fair warnin' cause the game's on orange

Outro: Mad Max

You look like a fucking bitch in heat

And if you get raped by a pack of niggers it'll be your fault. All right?

That's my fucking mistake, because I should've woke you up and said, 'fucking blow me, bitch.'

I should've fucking woken you up and said 'blow me.' You would've liked that better, yeah?

(panting) Because you got problems, more than me

You know how to fucking push my buttons