Smokas lyrics

[Intro]
Fatman production
Hit my line, what you need? Pills, weed
Fatman production
Antiseeds, ayy
Shout out Fatman for the track, offback
Denny!

[Chorus: Denny G]
I got grain for the smokers, won't go call for that yolo
Walk in the trap smellin' odor from Pyrex pots baking soda
I'm trying to whip me a Rover, whip me a Rover
I got two kids getting older, but I got the devil on my shoulder
I'm in the field with them smokers, in the field with them smokers
Walk in the trap smellin' odor from Pyrex pots baking soda
In the field with them smokers, in the field with them smokers (Free Spook)
In the field with them smokers, I'm in the field with them smokers

[Verse 1: Denny G]
Now my b*tch, she Angolan, [?] (They foreign)
She just came back from Loyola (What), she eat the di*k like granola (Offback)
She drink my c*m like it's mocha, got a plug in Mendota
She know big Denny a smoker, she set me up, I'ma smoke her
She speak that S.H [?]
Only smoke on that torture
Got that money, she focused
She damn near be the next Oprah
Don't be no fool, she a smoker (Boom boom)
She run up super soaker (Boom boom)
Got the poles, then it's over
She make it twerk just like strokers
Her friends so bad, they the meanest (What), so bad, they the meanest
I know three things that they love, Denny G, money, and p*nis
Give me top, swallow semen, and she suck like she teething (That's yo b*tch, n*gga)
She know big Denny a [?] I got the dope, they be fiendin'
[Chorus: Denny G]
I got grain for the smokers, won't go call for that yolo
Walk in the trap smellin' odor from Pyrex pots baking soda
I'm trying to whip me a Rover, whip me a Rover
I got two kids getting older, but I got the devil on my shoulder
I'm in the field with them smokers, in the field with them smokers
Walk in the trap smellin' odor from Pyrex pots baking soda
In the field with them smokers, in the field with them smokers (Free Spook)
In the field with them smokers, I'm in the field with them smokers

[Verse 2: KTS Von]
Fatman production
Big Kutthroat The Smoka, you know I pop out and play crazy
Me and killa Spook slidin' through the ward, go half on a baby (What)
Thirties we blazin' (Blap), talk is irrelevant (Blap)
Yo b*tch be braining me (Blap), damn she intelligent (Let's get it)
Smoking on Kobe, this sh*t got me Iverson
Say he a killer (Kobe) but really he never been (Nah)
In traffic with smokers, and we smokin' yo homie (Offback, offback)
It can't go in the stash, b*tch it gotta be on me (Let's get it)
We don't gang bang, b*tch, we bang gangs (What), you know how we Glockin'
From Posto Gang back to Corey Town, b*tch you know how we rockin' (Let's get it)
Lackin' on that east side, offback get whacked like Kobe
Dead mans won't do no talking
b*tch Roc Block know who rock sh*t
Broad day on the nine, straight hot sh*t (Blap blap)
Dead mans won't do no talking
b*tch Roc Block know who rock sh*t (Blap blap)
Broad day on the nine, straight hot sh*t
[Chorus: Denny G]
I got grain for the smokers, won't go call for that yolo
Walk in the trap smellin' odor from Pyrex pots baking soda
I'm trying to whip me a Rover, whip me a Rover
I got two kids getting older, but I got the devil on my shoulder
I'm in the field with them smokers, in the field with them smokers
Walk in the trap smellin' odor from Pyrex pots baking soda
In the field with them smokers, in the field with them smokers (Free Spook)
In the field with them smokers, I'm in the field with them smokers

[Outro]
Fatman production