All the Smoke lyrics

[Chorus]
Gucci bag, Fendi bag, she fly
Hop in the Jag, two-sixty dash, and bye
That's my b*tch so don't try
Designer drip 'til I die
Tell a hater suck a di*k and die
Tell a hater suck a di*k and die
n*gga want all the smoke
Yeah, I want all the smoke

[Verse]
You can tell all your folks
Somebody tell the priest
Might wanna call the Pope
I got that bread on me
We in the mall with toast
So fresh and so clean clean
n*gga bought all the soap
Gotta feed the fam
Take care of all the woes
f*ck you and your stylist
Already got all the dope
First she ain't want a n*gga
Now she wan' call the most
Now I don't need your help
You can take all your rope
I'm running this sh*t like a principal
You running in place on ellipticals
My daddy raised me by different rules
Show love but don't get the reciprocal
I know that they hating, it's typical
You mad 'cause your life is despicable
They praising my words like it's biblical
You can see that I trap, yeah, it's visible
Goddamn, I'm the man
I do what I want, you do what you can
I'm throwing green, no eggs and ham
I'm too fly, don't wanna land
I'm all about making my money expand
I don't understand, you really a fan
Middle finger to you and your fam
Quit talking 'bout blocks that you never ran
All my b*tches be tan
They suck di*k with no hands
Make that sh*t disappear (Abracadabra)
I'm talking alakazam (Alakazam)
MIA like a flight to the yams
If my n*ggas don't rob, they scam
Got the snipers on top of the van
Have you stuck like I'll be damned
I'll be damned
White on whites, skinny jeans and a choker
I play my cards right, f*ck the poker
My Columbian in love with the coca
You mad 'cause you broke and getting broker
Can't stop sh*tting, I need a Pamper
f*ck your cosign, I don't need no stamper
I'm from the Bamaz, hotter than Tampa
We get it poppin' like grape soda Fanta
Hit up Jimmy, he know I'm a vamper
Swerving through traffic, watch out for the cameras
I'm bustin' these moves but I ain't a dancer
You wasn't around when I had the Lancer
So f*ck that sh*t you selling
I’m at the teller, you telling
I ain't with all the yelling
Head tap your watermelon
If you tryna talk, email us
What the f*ck you really gon' tell us?
We up, you n*ggas just jealous
You old and overzealous
(That's why you always f*ckin' yellin', you b*tch ass n*gga)
I got the streets going cuckoo
Got money out the ass, that’s buku
Deuce deuce in the boot, that's a two-two
Your dawg ain’t even got a blues clue
You a b*tch ass n*gga, wear a tutu
These n*ggas too fake, that's fufu
Act up, this sh*t'll get crucial
Got rock in the cut like boo-boo
Versace, Versace, Versace
Designer all over my body
Your girl wanna ride me, Ducati
I'm one of a kind, you copy
She give me that neck too sloppy
We don't do 69, that's Tekashi (Tr3yway)
b*tch sayin' that I'm moving wocky
So I give it to her A$AP Rocky
When I hit it, she f*cking yell
Cook, clean, and suck me well
I'm the type to f*ck and tell
How could I not f*cking tell?
Hard di*k and nothing else
Females be something else
I can never be stuck in jail
She gon' put up the bail, b*tch