blowing smoke - jtć mariø lyrics
blowing smoke lyrics
[intro]
(17!)
[chorus]
never stop, they want me to keep going
just got the new keys for my foreign
no cap, my plays stay growing but still they hate be showing
new shows, yeah a n*gga been touring
but sometimes that sh*t get boring
that b*tch ask me where i’m going, that b*tch ain’t really important
i was chilling at the back of the lot, yeah , you know i’m blowing out smoke , yeah
n*gga say he bout sh*t but he not but you know that’s how it goes, yeah
young n*gga coming straight from the south and you know i’m throwing up 4s, yeah
10*19*3 be the gang and you know my n*ggas kick doors, yeah
[verse 1]
i be lurking with my n*ggas, we be rolling up blunts on the road and we don’t know where we going
that b*tch say that shе wanna be with me and i check my phonе like “b*tch, you annoying”
looking for your homie but n*gga, i shot him
only snakes around be the snakes on my collar
i been chilling out, smoking gas with my father
i’m tryna drop some d*ck off in your daughter
i just wanna ride in that bentley truck
so show me one n*gga that’s real as us
you not a shooter boy, keep it tucked
jtc gang, we don’t give a f*ck
they say we can’t come so we showing up
them choppers get bustin’, you better duck
she grip on my d*ck ‘cause she tryna suck
i just got the pack, time to roll it up
if you ain’t down to ride, you better let me know
i come with dracos and them glocks , we posted at your door
i been smoking blunts since 12, i’m all about the smoke
and if you think a n*gga playing , put you on the floor (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
never stop, they want me to keep going
just got the new keys for my foreign
no cap, my plays stay growing but still they hate be showing
new shows, yeah a n*gga been touring
but sometimes that sh*t get boring
that b*tch ask me where i’m going, that b*tch ain’t really important
i was chilling at the back of the lot, yeah , you know i’m blowing out smoke , yeah
n*gga say he bout sh*t but he not but you know that’s how it goes, yeah
young n*gga coming straight from the south and you know i’m throwing up 4s, yeah
10*19*3 be the gang and you know my n*ggas kick doors, yeah
[verse 2]
got me t’d up in the booth, i’m going crazy
foreign b*tches tryna trap me with a baby
i got too much on my mind, she must be playing
ain’t no joking when that chopper get to spraying
got that pistol in my section, bouta blow
i been ballin on these n*ggas, julio
bouta knock a n*gga off like dominoes
if you wanna shop with me , it’s 2 for 4 (yeah)
i been sipping codeine now it got me feeling lazy
i must be a game because these b*tches tryna play me
speaking down on my name, n*gga it don’t phase me
chopper tote 100 but i hit his ass with 80
[interlude]
i mean sh*t, what more do you expect? i coulda kept going but nah, i ain’t gone do it
[chorus]
never stop, they want me to keep going
just got the new keys for my foreign
no cap, my plays stay growing but still they hate be showing
new shows, yeah a n*gga been touring
but sometimes that sh*t get boring
that b*tch ask me where i’m going, that b*tch ain’t really important
i was chilling at the back of the lot, yeah , you know i’m blowing out smoke , yeah
n*gga say he bout sh*t but he not but you know that’s how it goes, yeah
young n*gga coming straight from the south and you know i’m throwing up 4s, yeah
10*19*3 be the gang and you know my n*ggas kick doors, yeah
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