Smoke lyrics

[Verse]
I'm out the door in the Ford like it's my six-four
To the convenience store, to get some .40s and more
Maybe some swisher sweets, we can meet at the creek
We can take out our guns, drive-bys and hit and runs
Drinking lean with boys, they will kill you for fun
Bunch of hoodlum degenerates, we got a taste for blood
Let me catch you talking sh*t, and I'll treat you like a b*tch
Make you eat that f*ckin' curb, block me again, you f*ckin' nerd

[Outro]
I don't want to be a bad guy
I'm sick and tired of being that guy
But someone's gotta be the bad guy
I guess I've got to be that guy