Movee - smoke Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
This for all the times we ain't have shit
If it's smoke in then air then say that shit
My smoke in the air I take a hit
Ain't no problem, hopping out facing shit
Rocking these Vets and I spent a hundred
Spent fifty on day, then spend fifty the next day
Counting up guap go, you know the attire
Like Rey Mysterio, you know I'm a flyer
Love being geeked, yeah I'm getting higher
Yeah he a goofy he, tried to buy her
Took the tracks right, off the tires
We keep slidin, ain't no hang fire
Pop me a perc, I'm ready to go
They way that I'm trippin', they love my clothes
She ain't exotic, she looking like whoa
Talking about a bag, got it on my own
Maison Margiela the drip, I got on
Don't f*ck with no niggas, don't know what they on
Huh, rockin' these pants and they pleaded up
Rick Owen's boots, I'm kickin' my feet up
Wanna come with the gang and she got the semi tucked
Ahead of these niggas don't need a leaderboard
Sippin' on wock might, go to Singapore
With my five, he keep his heat of course
Would go f*ck on your bitch, but I already did it
No trapping me, I'm not goin' for no kids
All of these niggas, they pussy they rats
Yeah, yeah I'm havin' these racks
Put him on me, I'ma put em right back
Double the price, get his ass wacked
Real Rockstar, but, I stay in the trap
Wake up today, countin' these racks
She textin' my phone, asking, me where I'm at
Told her, come on, slide through the trap
She want me to send the lo where I'm at
Gave her directions, ain't send her my lo
I'm high off the wake, everyday I be throwed
Yeah, f*ck on that bitch, tell her to go
F*ck on that bitch, tell her to go
Tell her to go
Tell her to go
Tell her to go