Every morning on my phone
I be scrolling thru 100 something messages
Different sentences
Niggas mad but in person they won't even finish it
Why are you hitting my line if you soft
The pillow talking ain't for me
But I got 100 degrees of heat, like sheesh
You can get smoked for free
Niggas really think they got it now
I'm still tryna get 100 thous
I'm still tryna buy me a house
Pulling feathers out my momma couch
Buying hoodies off of Dreamville
You know they never send that
I know the feeling attached
Meet your maker, I'm the match
Fire flow, I got them gassed
Cause niggas be thinking they music is cash
I put your shit in bag, and give it to dad
He gone take it out for trash
While calling up Ma on the phone
Saying your son is a joke
I'll be the one in the back, that's having a laugh
Sinking the ship that'll float
You know the way that it goes
When they throw you in the jungle
All I really know is hustle
Couple niggas in my circle
Know the role without rehearsal
Getting a bag, securing it
Moving it out with security
One day, i'ma have it all and
Help all my niggas in charity
All of my styles variety pack
Here go a chip on my shoulder
Feeding the two of a kind
That wanted a snack
You know I'm quartering soldiers
Heard you was looking for me
They know of the kid
They better open my folder
I was the one in the past
That's back in the flash
I got the gaming controller
(Yeah)
Free smoke, free smoke
Free smoke, free smoke
I win, you lose
Pick your poison, you can choose
You the blood on my shoes
Bad news, good news
I was flipping through the channel now
Couple bottles of that full proof
Couple niggas on the gram flexing
Needing attention
I need a witness
I'ma bout to flip the hourglass
I need a victim
Niggas gone get it when I get a chance
And my plane land
I'm heading back to the mainland
Looking for niggas to move in my wasteland
I got the wheel like a kickstand
(Aye)
Throw the dice, play the cards
Shoot three, hit four
Two birds, one stone
Three words, hit the floor
My foot, hit the door
Young nigga so cold
Niggas really think they got it now
Ayron coming with some more, uh!
Kylo - Smoke Session Lyrics
Kylo - Smoke Session Lyrics
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Every morning on my phone
I be scrolling thru 100 something messages
Different sentences
Niggas mad but in person they won't even finish it
Why are you hitting my line if you soft
The pillow talking ain't for me
But I got 100 degrees of heat, like sheesh
You can get smoked for free
Niggas really think they got it now
I'm still tryna get 100 thous
I'm still tryna buy me a house
Pulling feathers out my momma couch
Buying hoodies off of Dreamville
You know they never send that
I know the feeling attached
Meet your maker, I'm the match
Fire flow, I got them gassed
Cause niggas be thinking they music is cash
I put your shit in bag, and give it to dad
He gone take it out for trash
While calling up Ma on the phone
Saying your son is a joke
I'll be the one in the back, that's having a laugh
Sinking the ship that'll float
You know the way that it goes
When they throw you in the jungle
All I really know is hustle
Couple niggas in my circle
Know the role without rehearsal
Getting a bag, securing it
Moving it out with security
One day, i'ma have it all and
Help all my niggas in charity
All of my styles variety pack
Here go a chip on my shoulder
Feeding the two of a kind
That wanted a snack
You know I'm quartering soldiers
Heard you was looking for me
They know of the kid
They better open my folder
I was the one in the past
That's back in the flash
I got the gaming controller
(Yeah)
Free smoke, free smoke
Free smoke, free smoke
I win, you lose
Pick your poison, you can choose
You the blood on my shoes
Bad news, good news
I was flipping through the channel now
Couple bottles of that full proof
Couple niggas on the gram flexing
Needing attention
I need a witness
I'ma bout to flip the hourglass
I need a victim
Niggas gone get it when I get a chance
And my plane land
I'm heading back to the mainland
Looking for niggas to move in my wasteland
I got the wheel like a kickstand
(Aye)
Throw the dice, play the cards
Shoot three, hit four
Two birds, one stone
Three words, hit the floor
My foot, hit the door
Young nigga so cold
Niggas really think they got it now
Ayron coming with some more, uh!
I be scrolling thru 100 something messages
Different sentences
Niggas mad but in person they won't even finish it
Why are you hitting my line if you soft
The pillow talking ain't for me
But I got 100 degrees of heat, like sheesh
You can get smoked for free
Niggas really think they got it now
I'm still tryna get 100 thous
I'm still tryna buy me a house
Pulling feathers out my momma couch
Buying hoodies off of Dreamville
You know they never send that
I know the feeling attached
Meet your maker, I'm the match
Fire flow, I got them gassed
Cause niggas be thinking they music is cash
I put your shit in bag, and give it to dad
He gone take it out for trash
While calling up Ma on the phone
Saying your son is a joke
I'll be the one in the back, that's having a laugh
Sinking the ship that'll float
You know the way that it goes
When they throw you in the jungle
All I really know is hustle
Couple niggas in my circle
Know the role without rehearsal
Getting a bag, securing it
Moving it out with security
One day, i'ma have it all and
Help all my niggas in charity
All of my styles variety pack
Here go a chip on my shoulder
Feeding the two of a kind
That wanted a snack
You know I'm quartering soldiers
Heard you was looking for me
They know of the kid
They better open my folder
I was the one in the past
That's back in the flash
I got the gaming controller
(Yeah)
Free smoke, free smoke
Free smoke, free smoke
I win, you lose
Pick your poison, you can choose
You the blood on my shoes
Bad news, good news
I was flipping through the channel now
Couple bottles of that full proof
Couple niggas on the gram flexing
Needing attention
I need a witness
I'ma bout to flip the hourglass
I need a victim
Niggas gone get it when I get a chance
And my plane land
I'm heading back to the mainland
Looking for niggas to move in my wasteland
I got the wheel like a kickstand
(Aye)
Throw the dice, play the cards
Shoot three, hit four
Two birds, one stone
Three words, hit the floor
My foot, hit the door
Young nigga so cold
Niggas really think they got it now
Ayron coming with some more, uh!
Writer: Ayron Robinson
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