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smoke - blocboy jb & est gee lyrics

smoke lyrics
[intro]
load me up, iv
tay keith, this too hard

[verse 1: blocboy jb]
i’m back in my bag, they stealin’ my swag
but this the original flow (flow)
if i see a opp, then i’m peelin’ his bow (woah)
f*ck a fourth of that lean, pour a pint on his toe (word)
now, who want the smoke? yeah (word, word)
i*i want the smoke
f*ck all that talkin’, lets meet at yo’ door (the door)
i’m pita roll mafia, big babyloc (yeah, yeah, yeah, crip)
and i got tiny locs (crip)
and i f*ck with the folks and i f*ck with the joes
and i f*ck with the bloods (my blatts)
my b*tch keep a strap, i ain’t f*ckin with studs (studs)
just f*cked a b*tch but i told her it’s love (huh, huh)
i was so down, i looked up seent the sidewalk (sidewalk)
me and my brothers, we played in the mud (that’s on my mama)
i’m feeling offset, i might just bust down a carti’ (carti’)
so b*tch, if it’s up then it’s stuck (bust down, stuck)
what you gon’ do when you up in the combat
bullets start hitting the back of yo’ truck (truck)
my throwaway was a xd compact
9 lemon squeeze was the one that i bust (grrah)
he want the beef, put him up in a lunch pack (lunch pack)
i ain’t smokin’ opps, they was k!lled out of love (facts)
i’m gettin’ high lil’ baby, that’s a fun fact (gas, gas)
but marijuana is my only drug
[verse 2: est gee]
i’m off a ex lap, tryna give a dirt nap
came from a perc’, yeah, must been a dud (yeah)
i’m tryna bump on this beef, i like contact
n*ggas was scared to come out where we was
hollow tips hit him, explode on contact
rip him up, quickest way get him a buzz (bow, bow, bow)
he don’t drop videos ’cause he too broke to go buy him some clothes
that n*gga a bum
ar flip a car, rip through the motor (grr, grr)
it sound like explosives, a bunch of alarms
i got a switch on a 9 with a drum
it’s so fast, you braggin’, no way he can run (he runnin’)
i don’t feel sympathy, turn to a memory
cuttin’ my dog up for me and the bruhs
i got some good smack, tie in my backpack
hit it with superman, turn it to f*dg*

[verse 3: blocboy jb]
i’m feelin’ sheisty, i just put his mans in the durk
so tell him to get it in blood (grr, blood)
i’m uncle elroy, these rappers day*day
i swear these n*ggas my little bitty boys (sons)
when i got locked up, it was for robbery
i went to back school and they gave me a board (a board)
you got me f*cked up, thinking ’bout robbin’ me
up with the drac’, make him mission abort (abort)
i got into it when we played the basketball
i was the first to take sh*t off the court (word)
i’m on the block, man, i feel like i’m marc gasol
i was just plotting on robbin’ the source (source)
i lay him down, make him count to a thousand
he move, he gon’ die before he make a choice (yeah, yeah, yeah, a move)
look in his eyes, i can tell he a b*tch, man
i know he didn’t hop off the porch, he was forced

- blocboy jb est gee lyrics

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