700 Reekade - Smoke Some Lyrics

Rekkin shit for real
Buddy keep on saying he want smoke, tell em smoke some
Perfect time for RIP shirts and a go fund
Only bag I got on me is money, I don't tote none
Barrel on me chiefin when it smoke I got glo guns
Glo guns, this ain't chief keef, but Ima smoke son
I like to see yo face when I hit, so please don't run
Better yet stick yo chin out and take it like a champ
We whooping shit like Sweet Pea on hood, this shit stamped
I been doing this shit since we was beefing with 10.4 and nem
Started out like 50 deep, now it's only four of them
Shit so for real I swear I had to say it twice
Remember hopping off that mongoose fool begging for his life
Funny how that heater leave em froze like a mannequin
He panicking, have the bitch get the low and then we damaging
Everyone and everything you believe in
I'm fiending, won't make it to the shade room
Put em on say cheese then I'm squeezing
Till I get them blisters on my index
Hit em up and take a flight to Texas, I ain't been yet
Realest nigga that she ever f*cked and that's a big flex
They treat me like a king, but they treat you like a quick check
Buddy keep on saying he want smoke, tell em smoke some
Perfect time for RIP shirts and a go fund
Only bag I got on me is money, I don't tote none
Barrel on me chiefin when it smoke I got glo guns
I'm the same nigga that ride by's with revolvers
Same nigga hit lil wassaname, the feds still ain't solve it
Same nigga hit the outlet, went to school cause I was balling
Bitch my life been hard enough, please don't tell me bout yo problems
But I got back in my grind mode and got back in my duffy
Bitches used to do me dirty, cougars used to do me slutty
Same bitches call me handsome, was the ones that called me ugly
I'll text you when I wanna f*ck, don't speak to me in public
Tryna flick up on the guys, is you dumb or is you stupid
Boy my quick draw be on gold, don't be reaching, you ain't gon' use it
I'm reaching in my bag, I'm on go, I think I'm lit again
Ex still stalking my page, wanna get hit again
Can't no nigga see me with these punchlines and metaphors
No big hoes, I f*ck good, I got mega whores
I be seeing how player I can be, I be hella bored
Say she got the top for the drops, that's what I met her for(metaphor)
Gucci got the drac with the oak, next one on me
Wish a nigga wood feel like a dog bark up the wrong tree
Same nigga that claim he gangsta, be calling police
If you ain't got shit to do with this then please don't speak
Buddy keep on saying he want smoke, tell him smoke some
Perfect time for R.I.P shirts and a go fund
Only bag I got on me is money, I don't tote none
Barrel on me chiefin when it smoke I got glo guns