Smoke lyrics

[Intro: FYB J Mane]
Brrt, brrt
FYB, 2017 sh*t, J Mane
Glah, ayy

[Chorus: FYB J Mane]
b*tch, I smoke L'A, I smoke Chino (I smoke L'A, I smoke Chino)
Smoke J Money mixed with Vito (Smoke J Money mixed with Vito)
Blunts be fat like a burrito (Glah, glah)
Fifty drop him like a PO (Bah)
Opps be hidin' like they Nemo
I got money, I don't need hoes (Let's get it, glah)
b*tch, I smoke L'A, I smoke Chino (L'A, I smoke Chino)
Smoke J Money mixed with Vito (Smoke J Money mixed with Vito)
Blunts be fat like a burrito (Like a burrito)
Fifty drop him like a PO (Glah, bah)
Opps be hidin' like they Nemo (Brrt, 'rrah)
I got money, I don't need hoes, let's get it

[Verse 1: FYB J Mane]
n*ggas hoes, get exposed, n*ggas b*tches (n*ggas b*tches)
Run up on him with a gun, clip extended (Grrt, bah)
One call, Crazy Chris'll get him missin' (Crazy Chris)
One call, have him sleepin' with them fishes (Crazy Chris)
b*tch, I been a real n*gga since a midget (Since a shorty)
From these f*ck n*ggas, gotta keep my distance (Out my way)
All I see is blue hundreds in my visions (Blue cheese)
Two thousand dollar shoes, b*tches listenin'
Yeah, I'm my daddy son, keep it pimpin'
Thick big booty b*tch all up in the kitchen
My boys pull up, shoot sh*t, Steph Curry (Like Steph Curry, pus*y)
b*tch, we got army guns, we never worried (We never worried, n*gga)
We got Dracos and a lot of thirties (Dracos, pus*y)
Bro'll leave him dead in a hurry (In a hurry, pus*y)
b*tch, we got Dracos and a lot of thirties (Grrt, 'rrah)
Bro'll leave him dead in a hurry
[Chorus: FYB J Mane & FBG Duck]
b*tch, I smoke L'A, I smoke Chino (I smoke L'A, I smoke who?)
Smoke J Money mixed with Vito (Ah, you wanna match fool?)
Blunts be fat like a burrito (Dope)
Fifty drop him like a PO (Woah)
Opps be hidin' like they Nemo (Gang, gang, gang)
I got money, I don't need hoes, let's get it
b*tch, I smoke L'A, I smoke Chino (I smoke L'A, I smoke who?)
Smoke J Money mixed with Vito (Ah, you wanna match fool?)
Blunts be fat like a burrito (Dope)
Fifty drop him like a PO (Woah)
Opps be hidin' like they Nemo (Bah)
I got money, I don't need hoes, let's get it

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
People ask me what I've been through, I say, "Hell and back" (Hell and back)
I done did a lot of sh*t, but I can't tell you that (Shh, I can't tell you that)
My homie say he want them Ps, bro, I can't mail you that (You trippin', I can't mail you that)
I buy that sh*t just to smoke it, I can't sell you that (Anyways)
I mix L'A up with Chino (Whatever)
I mix Baldy up with Vito (Mm, whatever)
Run up on me, get shot like free throw (Mm, whatever)
I get head by two freak hoes (Mm, whatever)
I'm a bully, call me Deebo (Bah)
Probably take your sh*t like repo (In hoodies)
You a pus*y n*gga, we know (Let's get it)
You a pus*y n*gga, we know (Ah, Money)
When I'm in Cali, I be boolin' (I be boolin')
Shout out my bros, shout out my moolies (My moolies)
Shout out the hoes that be choosin' (b*tch, haha)
When I'm on the block, b*tch, that's normal (Gang-gang)
We insane, we ain't normal (Never)
Probably slide and shoot up Normal (Brrt, Money)
[Chorus: FYB J Mane & FBG Duck]
b*tch, I smoke L'A, I smoke Chino (I smoke L'A, I smoke who?)
Smoke J Money mixed with Vito (Ah, you wanna match fool?)
Blunts be fat like a burrito (Dope)
Fifty drop him like a PO (Woah)
Opps be hidin' like they Nemo (We know)
I got money, I don't need hoes, let's get it
b*tch, I smoke L'A, I smoke Chino (I smoke L'A, I smoke who?)
Smoke J Money mixed with Vito (Ah, you wanna match fool?)
Blunts be fat like a burrito (Dope)
Fifty drop him like a PO (Woah)
Opps be hidin' like they Nemo (We know)
I got money, I don't need hoes, let's get it