lil gotit - smoke lyrics
[hook]
show her how to do it, show her how to use it
ridin’ with lil wuzi, ridin’ with the uzi
got-t keep a toolie, don’t f-ck with groupies
b-tch, you a groupie, go ‘head and move it
pop tryna test me, so i had to prove it
you shoot the chopper basic, tyler perry movie
aiming for your head, n-gga f-ck a vest
yeah whe grab a tec, sig on that
yeah you best bet, best to play dead
2018, hoodbaby making racks
poured up a four, now i’m trippin’ off the red
lv virgil silk sheets on the bed
we can be whatever, b slime up next
nothing like the rest, you ain’t bout a check
i’m king slime, baguettes on the chest
yeah we like to flex, yeah we like to flex
b-tch you a rat, make a ho’ upset
smoke (phew-phew), smoke (phew-phew)
we want smoke, i want smoke
[verse]
they workin‘ at in-n-out
diamonds hitting hard, no standing out
ain’t shootin’ from the car, i’ll hand it out
draco with a drum, i bet i’ll clear it out
i be gettin’ money, let me say it louder
[?] trend, like my name was russ
saint laurent folded up, all black goggles
just because my name i made that b-tch swallow
she doing anything just for a dollar
hit it from the front, grab her neck, make her holla
do it with one hand [?]
deep in the amg, lookin’ like a char
boy you a star, was rappin’ like the carters
balling too hard, real hard, vince carter
yeah he wrote a statement, he should’ve been an author
these n-ggas burnt, go send ‘em to the doctor
phew, phew
[verse 2]
look amiri jeans and the shirt match the bentley
trapping in my nikes all night, got creases
copped a lot of cars, but i don’t got lenses
boy you ain’t right, i’ma live to my richest
bl!cky hit him up, he ain’t peaceful like a reccess
and i got cheese, want a slice of the pizza
two tone, tuck your lil boy at home
yeah, yeah he gone
hoodbaby walkin‘ with them trollers
what type of cheese, provolone
f-ck a cypher, comin’ off the dome
lotta air shots, yeah, comin’ at your throat
and i send that money to the fours not them rolls
all they -ss want is a motherf-cking phone
[hook]
show her how to do it, show her how to use it
ridin’ with lil wuzi, ridin’ with the uzi
got-t keep a toolie, don’t f-ck with groupies
b-tch, you a groupie, go ‘head and move it
pop tryna test me, so i had to prove it
you shoot the chopper basic, tyler perry movie
aiming for your head, n-gga f-ck a vest
yeah whe grab a tec, sig on that
yeah you best bet, best to play dead
2018, hoodbaby making racks
poured up a four, now i’m trippin’ off the red
lv virgil silk sheets on the bed
we can be whatever, b slime up next
nothing like the rest, you ain’t bout a check
i’m king slime, baguettes on the chest
yeah we like to flex, yeah we like to flex
b-tch you a rat, make a ho’ upset
smoke (phew-phew), smoke (phew-phew)
we want smoke, i want smoke
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