Smoke

 

Aye, ask me how much my wrist cost it cost 9 and 11 he want smoke with us we gas em up like seven eleven these boys broke as hell this Choppa on me sent bro to heaven

 

Huh that boy at them diddy parties pop out with two bad bitches we having titty parties she pop pillies on the camera just like she Icarly we make movies outside bitch but this is not Icarly

 

We walk him down like he gimby yeah aye menstrual blood told homies we put it in big Glock on me told you you ain’t gon get up again he want some smoke those brodies gave him live or sin

 

Aye presidential in the whip just like trump make America great again he run up he get pumped wait we let that shit dump she eat me like I’m lunch he seen me with a Glock in my pocket betta pack a punch

 

I got different Puerto Ricans tryna take a trip to me my eyes low as hell make me look like Vietnamese he want smoke with me I got this Choppa on me now he can’t breathe

 

I got money money on me I told you that’s what I need he stop rapping if your gay ima keep rapping because I’m straight top tier when I’m out the way these pussies broke been put the way dripped like Soulja boy when I’m out the way