Brae Breezy - Smoke It

Ayy, uh, hawk a n***a ass, uh, we gon' chalk the n***a ass, uh, uh, ayy
I told 4nem never let up, when you see him, better blast
I got goons on house arrest , but they'll still take out the trash
It's a new year, 2023, we still get on your ass

And I'll smack the shit out you, so you think twice before you ask
You know I'm evil, she gon' call my phone when it hit demon time
He a bitch, we gon' get him wack, he throwin' up different signs
You a rat, flag on the plate, you gon' get penalized

Good where she at, she don't need to worry bout no penis size
Brody told me that he got the drop, so let's go slide through
We order his death, and yeah, it's quick, just like a drive-thru
You know I'ma fuck the bitch the best, cause she gon' come too

Didn't I tell you, I was just the best, and yeah, you damn knew
Nevertheless, you know I'm the best, hit him in his chest
He get pressed, out of bounds, that pussy shoulda had a vest
I don't rest, shout out God, I'm blessed, glock in this suppressed

Better call the janitor, cause we be quick to make a mess
Mm-hmm, we gon' smoke it, mm-hmm, we gon' smoke it
Earth, water, fire, mm-hmm, we gon' smoke it
Earth mixed with that fire, it get me high, it got me choking

Huh, what? It ain't got me choking
Said I don't care, tell her when it where, she said I got that flare
No rick flare, put you in the air, we bound to leave you there
These bitches stare, Fresh Prince of Belair, this shit getting unfair

I get paid to go outside while niggas sit up in they chair
Huh, I'm a mastermind, and I'm just working on my craft
They say these bitches picking niggas, how you end up in the draft
Man, I'm writing spells, but I do not deal with that witchcraft

Yeah, ayy, niggas do not deal with that witchcraft
Earth, water, fire, mm-hmm, we gon' smoke it
That shit hit my lungs, oh shit, it got me choking
These niggas be bitches, going out sad about these hoes, man

I don't even got the time, I feel like I'm a old man
Catch a opp, we stretch him up and put him on the news
You think we a lie? Okay, brody, show him what it do
First nigga to play, bet his ass, get shot, just like some pool

You show guns on Instagram because you still think that it's cool

Written by:
Braedon Britton

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