YP - Smoke Something lyrics

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Roll up blunts they know I’m gonna smoke

Mike mike call me backwards jones

Chain like lights so I’ma keep my pole

I’ma tip gotta get that dough

See they sound some shit that I been on

Since I first got hit with that 14

I was raised in the house with a dope fiend

My mama had 2 gigs and a packed out crib

In my horn I got the pack out hip

Shawty hit pumps point 3’s for the nickel

Got the molly and pack full of skills

You hear tell you what they give me for a pillow

Condo sittin, champagne sippin

Broke nigga hate to see a rich nigga livin

I chased the dollars, you didn’t

You ain’t got no hoes but you pimpin

Take this toe, blunts bout as straight as a pen

I hold it in, then release this smoke

Face it though, long as I done been on the grind

It’s no time for a basic hoe

When I just don’t know

What to make the stress relieve

Besides going out to get this cheese

See all the real niggas feel me

Cause I’ma get it if it kill me

Hand in hand, I got a gram to jam

I know the plan getting money like a vet in the majors

Pushin niggas to the side if you talk jazz

And I don’t owe a nigga no favors

Take it out of the bag and dump the blood guts

Got a couple strags that wanna fuck some

Put the lighter to the l,

We inhale exhale, take a smoke

It make you see it back and roll up

[Hook]

Smoke something, hold up

Smoke something, roll up

Smoke something

Oh, this the type of shit that make you see it back

And roll up,

Smoke something, hold up

Smoke something, roll up

Smoke something

Smoked out when I’m playing call of duty

Smoked out when I’m going to the movies

Smoked out when I buy a bitch gucci

Smoked out when I’m turning my jacuzzi

I’m counting bread, I’m getting head

I’m the first nigga, you know what I said

One thing about me, I come prepared

One thing about me, I ain’t never scared

Gang boy stay on point like an infrared

Jordan 3’s on my feet it’s the infrared

Got money, make it rain, no tears to shed

Never crying, never lying, phoney niggas dying

My haters implyin that lately I’m tryin

To really go risin

My grind is definin, they look at my rollie it’s shinin

I told yp and no 9

Niggas saying me and him is both lying

Came through, both of us got deals

Shot town niggas and we always keep it real

Chain don’t chill, give 2 fucks how a phoney nigga feel

I prolly hit his bitch, they see I’m in the game

And they sitting on the bench

See a nigga getting it and they try to play the grinch

I’m fin to cop a car that’s blacker than my lips

It’s power in my sour you can smell it on the stench

I’m all about bizness I ain’t worry bout friends

Most of these niggas ain’t getting no ends

If I started, move heartless

And I’ma get paid, that’s regardless

I swim in the water with sharks

Smoke as I drive and I smoke when I park

[Hook]

Smoke something, hold up

Smoke something, roll up

Smoke something

Oh, this the type of shit that make you see it back

And roll up,

Smoke something, hold up

Smoke something, roll up

Smoke something.