SMOKE UP lyrics

[Verse 1: Heist187]
Pushin' on blocks and they don't stop
Fee in call say what the f*ck to hood-pop
I think about if I walked up to the gas stop
Picked up a cig, yeah, That's from the transpot
C.Y called P, 'bout to kill some sh*t
Talked a few tracks, Homie head to the crib
[Sorry moms?], I be hella fit
[Shaggy?] what it do, tryna be relevant? Boy, for this kind of sh*t I'm heavy sent
For a second focus on a few of lands, backin' up some work, packed up on a few grams
Think about the future scan upon the parts to pick a plan, Borgeus
Now I'm the person tryna be a man, rollin' up a blunt I give you low for the gas
What you wanna work? Straight learn for the cash, leave him in the dirt, f*ck his b*tch then I passed
Losing on yo', yo' can't tell any grams

[Hook]
He stained a lil' boy for the pack, It ain't nothing
Time passy, come back like we're sat, now that's something
If he testin', I ain't stressing, Got the weapon, n*gga, run it, yuh
b*tch, I run it, yuh
b*tch, I run it
b*tch, I run it

[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
If he caught slippin' he slumpin', my gun is too dirty, I shouldn't be dumpin'
I'm too with the sh*ts, but that don't mean I'm dumpin'
I pass in the streets, but in class I be flunkin'
f*ck it, Don't get this sh*t misconstrued, that b*tch is a tool, and yo' miss can get screwed
Beatin' yo' witness, If I miss then I'm screw, Only take hits with the spliff for the deuce
I'm the sickest, flick the cig, and I flew
Strip yo' miss, and say she missin' me too
I've been dippin' so she missin' me too
Walk through her wall, sick, to say that I'm through
Just a jit, I'm too legit what I do
Another slit, my f*ckin' wrist gon' be blue
Jump a cliff and suck a di*k, If you prove
Trippin' we gon' clip, don't give a f*ck who
A victim isn't sh*t, Get stomped by my shoes
Rip him with the stick, It stuck em' like glue
b*tch I'm drippin', get the f*ck out my face
187 If you touch my plate
1 on 7 all of you can get 8
'Fore I shoot em', make sure I say my brace
No nasty n*gga, but I fancy, my ways
No belt, just to hoof to the hold it in place
'Cause I be walkin' like the pimp in the place
If yo' hoe smart, she would stay in her place
I broke it in shook, solo hands getting shaped, but the back of my hand wanna meet up his face, ha, ha
[Outro: Heist187]
On blocks and they don't stop
Fee in call say what the f*ck to hood-pop
I think about if I walked up to the gas stop
Picked up a cig-cig, from the transpot
C.Y called P, 'bout to kill some sh*t
Talked a few tracks, Homie head to the crib
[Sorry moms?], I be hella fit
[Shaggy?] what it do, tryna be relevant? Boy, for this kind of sh*t I'm heavy sent
For a second focus on a few of lands, backin' up some work, packed up on a few grams
Think about the future scan upon the parts to pick a plan, Borgeus
Now I'm the person tryna be a man, rollin' up a blunt I give you low for the gas
What you wanna work? Straight learn for the cash, leave him in the dirt, f*ck his b*tch then I passed
Losing on yo' don't, can't tell any grams