When they ask me how I'm doing I'm fine
I been smoking pine I'm always on my grind
When my album drop
Nigga in due time
I'll make you press rewind with every line
Better bring your sunblock cuz ima shine
Ghetto boy, I'm out in Houston Texas knocking doors down
This that pack this that pressure I make diamond off my voice
I was chosen this shit was in me before I hopped off the porch
Scrappy Doo screaming let me at them I am hot I'll leave them torched
And I ain't never watched Star Wars but I know that I got the force
Now do you want to go against the odds for the chance it'll even out
I was on road tripping off edibles nigga that was the scenic route
I did the shows I did the drugs I f*cked the hoes niggas dream about
And I'm well known back at the corner store by my home cause I'm cleaning out
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the bullets I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
Yeah man just keep on running it, man
I'm Finna light this blunt
Go in for the second verse
We wrapping it up go on to the next shit
When they ask me if I got that pack I say fasho
Send your location and budget
Got to pay me fore I go
My comfort zone is with the money
And I'm turning down the bread if I don't want it
Niggas was hungry now I'm picky eating I cannot f*ck up my stomach
I can't eat with rats and roaches keep this wind up off my fork
Heard he was running with pigs but Farrakhan told me don't worry
If that nigga on the opposition he gets a Mcflurry
Got a shooter and he Indian I call him Stephen Curry
Niggas wish death on me like many men I wonder why they hate
If they want the smoke I got a pack of Swishers and a eighth
RIP to Kobe Bryant but I do not f*ck with snakes
I get high on nuggets but if they want smoke I make it shake
Yeah I'm with the hustlers getting cake and getting baked
My bitch right next to me that's icing on the cake
Smoking on Jack Frost while eating Frosted Flakes
Who want the smoke I got fumes and feng shui
Smoking that loud got B Simone in my cigar
That volume turned up when I open my weed jar
Smoking that loud I'm with a bad bitch on cat piss
That volume turn up sound like Tiffany Haddish
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When they ask me how I'm doing I'm fine
I been smoking pine I'm always on my grind
When my album drop
Nigga in due time
I'll make you press rewind with every line
Better bring your sunblock cuz ima shine
Ghetto boy, I'm out in Houston Texas knocking doors down
This that pack this that pressure I make diamond off my voice
I was chosen this shit was in me before I hopped off the porch
Scrappy Doo screaming let me at them I am hot I'll leave them torched
And I ain't never watched Star Wars but I know that I got the force
Now do you want to go against the odds for the chance it'll even out
I was on road tripping off edibles nigga that was the scenic route
I did the shows I did the drugs I f*cked the hoes niggas dream about
And I'm well known back at the corner store by my home cause I'm cleaning out
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the bullets I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
Yeah man just keep on running it, man
I'm Finna light this blunt
Go in for the second verse
We wrapping it up go on to the next shit
When they ask me if I got that pack I say fasho
Send your location and budget
Got to pay me fore I go
My comfort zone is with the money
And I'm turning down the bread if I don't want it
Niggas was hungry now I'm picky eating I cannot f*ck up my stomach
I can't eat with rats and roaches keep this wind up off my fork
Heard he was running with pigs but Farrakhan told me don't worry
If that nigga on the opposition he gets a Mcflurry
Got a shooter and he Indian I call him Stephen Curry
Niggas wish death on me like many men I wonder why they hate
If they want the smoke I got a pack of Swishers and a eighth
RIP to Kobe Bryant but I do not f*ck with snakes
I get high on nuggets but if they want smoke I make it shake
Yeah I'm with the hustlers getting cake and getting baked
My bitch right next to me that's icing on the cake
Smoking on Jack Frost while eating Frosted Flakes
Who want the smoke I got fumes and feng shui
Smoking that loud got B Simone in my cigar
That volume turned up when I open my weed jar
Smoking that loud I'm with a bad bitch on cat piss
That volume turn up sound like Tiffany Haddish
I been smoking pine I'm always on my grind
When my album drop
Nigga in due time
I'll make you press rewind with every line
Better bring your sunblock cuz ima shine
Ghetto boy, I'm out in Houston Texas knocking doors down
This that pack this that pressure I make diamond off my voice
I was chosen this shit was in me before I hopped off the porch
Scrappy Doo screaming let me at them I am hot I'll leave them torched
And I ain't never watched Star Wars but I know that I got the force
Now do you want to go against the odds for the chance it'll even out
I was on road tripping off edibles nigga that was the scenic route
I did the shows I did the drugs I f*cked the hoes niggas dream about
And I'm well known back at the corner store by my home cause I'm cleaning out
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the bullets I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
All of the Swishers I need them now
Who want the smoke who want the smoke
Yeah man just keep on running it, man
I'm Finna light this blunt
Go in for the second verse
We wrapping it up go on to the next shit
When they ask me if I got that pack I say fasho
Send your location and budget
Got to pay me fore I go
My comfort zone is with the money
And I'm turning down the bread if I don't want it
Niggas was hungry now I'm picky eating I cannot f*ck up my stomach
I can't eat with rats and roaches keep this wind up off my fork
Heard he was running with pigs but Farrakhan told me don't worry
If that nigga on the opposition he gets a Mcflurry
Got a shooter and he Indian I call him Stephen Curry
Niggas wish death on me like many men I wonder why they hate
If they want the smoke I got a pack of Swishers and a eighth
RIP to Kobe Bryant but I do not f*ck with snakes
I get high on nuggets but if they want smoke I make it shake
Yeah I'm with the hustlers getting cake and getting baked
My bitch right next to me that's icing on the cake
Smoking on Jack Frost while eating Frosted Flakes
Who want the smoke I got fumes and feng shui
Smoking that loud got B Simone in my cigar
That volume turned up when I open my weed jar
Smoking that loud I'm with a bad bitch on cat piss
That volume turn up sound like Tiffany Haddish
Writer: D'VONTAE SMITH
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