Smoke Dza - Ghost Of Dipset lyrics

rate me

One of the illest niggas doing it, you should thank me

Audio in your ears, I paint the picture like I’m banksy

A1, keep it all the way tall, lankey, rolling up another one

Bumping kid frankie

Nigga getting chicken extra dinner rolls

Fuck the politics, see many come, many go

Few real niggas, few niggas tall

Broke hard like you and mister finger roll

And only if you winin, then you really know

Bad bitch centerfold, yellow cab send her home

Nigga pure dope no stamp on me

Count on me to keep it g, you could bank on me

Ah, I’ve been on my shit

They call it showing love

Nah, call it sucking dicks

Speaking of that, face fucking my cambonian bitch

Soundtrack provided till you bout thelonius

We own this shit

We own this shit like

Like any luck I do I own it

Can’t copy or clone it

I show stop, come out in my bath robe

In high low socks

Sweat shorts to my cavs

Jordans kinda look like nickels

But I’m not that type of nigga

This a different type of get up

It’s real, backing up

Still got og in my nails

I ball a half of pound nigga, I don’t need a scale

Chill, as long as they keep printing bills

I’ma never stay still

Fuck a deal nigga, I could make a mill quicker

What I’ma do with that advance spot, mill with it

I play the block with the youngings

Like a recruiter on any marthin luther

I’m plannin with shooters, the randomous killings

Is pure entertainment, to a nigga that’s brainless hands

On the stainless, tryina get famous

There’s a war going on outside

No man is safe from

Be aware, get head if you play dumb.