FL3XXX - SMOKING ON LOUD

Back in the day
Use act out of rage
Fighting my way
Out of pain
But now a days
I just stay in lane
I been up higher
On planes
Made of the clay
But the mud
Help me shape
Hustle all day
Way I'm cut
That's the make
Trouble yo way
If you coming
With hate
Fumbled a play
I was dumber
Than grapes
Could've been ate
We was starving
For days
Free up some space
Need a pardon
For Ace
We up today
But we started
In chains
Meet up with grace
Then we party
To fame
Upping my stakes
With his story
It's crazy
Wetter than lakes
All this water
My way
She Serving me face
In the car
While I blaze
No need to say
I'm a star
Got the flame
Don't even play
with that boy
Ain't no game
No time to lay
With yo broad
I just slang
Gripping her waste
While she saying
My name
Give her a taste
Then It's dollars
Again
Taking some space
To deposit
My enz
Needed Ben franks
What I got
Wasn't shit
Just to be Frank
I get live
Than a bitch
Smoking on dank
All outside
Of this bitch

Came from the bottom
That shit was a problem
I ain't have a dollar
Now look he the shit
Fucking on models
These lil bitches sour
Cause they had me yah
It's never again
Up in the clouds
That's where I been
Smoking on loud
This shit got a stench
Up in the clouds
That's where I been
Smoking on loud
This shit got a stench
Came from the bottom
That shit was a problem
I ain't have a dollar
Now look he the shit
Fucking on models
These lil bitches sour
Cause they had me yah
It's never again
Up in the clouds
That's where I been
Smoking on loud
This shit got a stench
Up in the clouds
That's where I been
Smoking on loud
This shit got a stench

Too many gars
I need a mint
Too many broads
I need some sense
Shit hit me hard
When I'm missing my ken
Like dinosaurs
We grew up in the field
We was so poor
We was hungry as shit
Crawl on the floor
To find 99 cent
Stomach on low
Man a honey bun hit
Never had hope
Man that shit is myth
Had many hoes
I consider em gifts
Curling her toes
Every time that I dig
Screaming for more
When I'm leaving again
Snatching her soul
Then I'm tryna rich
Know how it go
Ain't No need to pretend
Now you know
What I'm on now
I can never quit
On Go
That's the mode now
I can never switch
On the low
How it go down
When I hit ya bitch

Came from the bottom
That shit was a problem
I ain't have a dollar
Now look he the shit
Fucking on models
These lil bitches sour
Cause they had me yah
But it's never again
Up in the clouds
That's where I been
Smoking on loud
This shit got a stench
Up in the clouds
That's where I been
Smoking on loud
This shit got a stench
Came from the bottom
That shit was a problem
I ain't have a dollar
Now look he the shit
Fucking on models
These lil bitches sour
Cause they had me yah
But it's never again
Up in the clouds
That's where I been
Smoking on loud
This shit got a stench
Up in the clouds
That's where I been
Smoking on loud
This shit got a stench

Written by:
Devin Whitehurst

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