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6 minute song* - smokedope2016 lyrics

[verse]
got wild shooters right behind me
if i’m in too deep, baby, would you tell me?
and i can’t even see
f*cked up loui glasses in my jeep (yeah)
smoke my sh*t, wake up, do it all again
no b*tch, same clothes, ain’t a different pain
smoke dope, they been calling me a tyrant
no plug, ain’t tripping on his prices
pulled up yeah, in a smoke shop, floating (yeah)
riding ’round town ’bout 30 minutes ’til they closing
clothing feels like i’ll go on posting
keep the bl!cks at the studio, i ain’t joking, joking (uhh)
on the biggest cloud, we smoke
you know, we know that i love to talk
i be on a tour, b*tch, i’m going beast mode
feel like mr. beast, i’m getting monеy, it’s a cheat code
fleece b*tch on my facе, so i flee, hoe
i don’t need to sneak diss, i just need a freak hoe
and if i got a problem with you, i’m finna say it
and if i’m lining up in your ditch, i’m finna spray it
and i got a girl back home, she don’t know i go and smoke dope
she don’t even know, bro, she don’t even know, yeah
but they still gon’ ask me how i got all of these clothes
and it’s no crib, b*tch, i’m off a bar
like it’s 2016, say, “nah, it ain’t like that.”
six new songs, and they know i’m coming right back
yeah, she likes to choke it
say she hate me, but she likes that
what should i wear today? hit the snapback or the fitted cap?
b*tch, i been sitting in my room for too long
sweating my ass off, i’m trying to write a song
iced [?], that’s a [?]
smells like it’s summer ’16 in my bong
f*cked up again
i’ll just make new batch just as fresh
[?] got the same plants, i’m like d*mn
do you even got a plan?
i just hopped till i’m playing
touch down in foreign lands
wake up and i do it all again
and i will get rich, grabba made me f*cking stiff
and i’m so tired of sinnin’ out days
and the sun’s hot, i can’t catch some sun rays
catch me at a b’s, shooting ball at the [?]
when i run at home, know that i’m at the bottomless
i can’t write this f*cking joint in the wrath
gather ’round me, and you know that we gonna win
f*cking jordan 2, b*tch, you know i don’t rock that
never be a snitch, plus you know that i’m not that
so if you’re up, just know you might just get got back
so if you pull up, just be ready to just c*ck back
1911, i send yo ass to heaven
she know she precious, i know that she feel my presence
don’t f*ck with pyrex, i’m working hard for everything that i own
got you f*cked last night, i’m laying pr*ne
call of duty guns up in my crib
blacked*out windows, she asked how i live
smoking on ganja, i’m rasta a lil’ bit
ran out of weed smoke, smoking a cig
i just took a p*ss in a bush right outside of your parents’ home
i don’t even know, i don’t know, i don’t care, bro
i might sleep in that same bush tonight
drank too many [?], i’m never drinking light
white claw wasted in a bas*m*nt
i been here before, it’s the faces
you can’t buy a feature or a f*cking placement
did too much coke, now i’m p*ssy pacing
f*ck ’em around the world, doing circles, getting dizzy, hoe
i’m like drizzy, i got drake*os like it’s ovo
getting p*ssy, f*ck the pamper, i’m a g though
she said she don’t like being around me, and so we smoke
case closed, shout out my mobile ice man
shout out to my south end, and shout out all my f*cking fans (yeah)
i got a ’69 flag on my wall
cartier iced*out, b*tch, i wanna ball
signing to the next bar, baby, i’mma play god
shooting all your shots, but you see that i’m playing guard
they tryna play me like someone that i am not
if you f*cking trade me, you gon’ miss a playoffs slot
i’m in d*league with bad b*tches all around me
all my opps getting sweaty, so i’m at my b*tch, she’s drowning
if you listen to my tape “2016”
then you will hear all the influences i grew up on, the rappers i seen
off of b*lovee
i ain’t never going back, but you need, hoe
yeah, of course i never choke in a z, hoe
g30, i got it in sports mode
and i got customs, it’s a 36, it’s in beast mode
in the trap, we probably smoking on some cigarettes
it’s still f*ck my ex, she know that i f*ck her the best
i been lonely, and i ain’t got sh*t to do
i got money in my pocket, and my room with my whole crew
so chill out, dawg, that’s a f*cking new bottle
is it a problem? i’m going full throttle
both sides righteous sh*t, i’m hitting mad potholes
on vacation, right, i wish we had [?]
i get my [?], posted in motels
if i get caught up, i’m posting bail
do you think that i can do this sh*t for life? (yeah)
the late nights ’til it’s 3 am, trying to get right
get by, by any means, i’ll be in that
two*face, two glocks
b*tch, i keep like two knives
middle*class baby, i should have sold a bag, crazy
if i handed a blunt to you, you know you gotta face it
i just put my mask on, they got balmain tags
at the smoke shop, we ain’t getting no rest
beat the bags on my jacket, and so i owe less, cross
all the blues, bracelets, i’m impressed (yeah)
i ain’t talking much, you knew, but i’mma make that
i ain’t f*cking with n0body that can’t pay back
cash a price on all over my opps, got ’em smoking crack
you will have a heart attack if you hear their name on the track
87 bpm, i’m dreaming, yeah, i’m slow
slow down, with fitted cap, we [?], we finna go
it might take a long time, that’s how you know for sure
b*tch, i lit my [?], sh*t really wanna blow
b*tch, i ain’t seen in europe until this year
i got euros in my pocket
i got it, what’s they fear
they get jealous when you getting money, yeah, it’s getting clear
lifestyle, but i was 13
man up, calm down, roll up
smoking fat geek bars in a foreign truck
at 250, ya baby mama f*ck with me
and i still got it [?], and those b*tches think i’m pretty, though

- smokedope2016 lyrics

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