Stephaintdeadyet - Smokeout

Real nigga shit, unlike you
Know a couple niggas ready to fight too
They won't do shit cause
I'm out with the hype too
Grimey on the beat, go crazy
Stopped talking to her cause
She missed me daily
Told that lil girl that she can't call me baby
Shorty a bird man
I'm slim like shady
Don't give no fuck what these niggas be saying
Fucked on that shorty cause
She really thought I was playing
Came for that coochie and nothing else
Baby, the fuck is you saying?
None of these niggas don't ever want the smoke with me
Cause my niggas dont care where they spraying
And you know a bullet don't got no name
So wherever it land, it land
Oh, woah
He don't want the smoke
You get popped for really thinking that you're cold
We the type of niggas that's gonna
Knock you out straight to the floor
You better call your bro for help
Cause you cannot go call your hoe
These niggas swear that they got money
Even though they really broke
Shit I stopped flexing for the gram
Back in 2 thousand and one four
Niggas got some female traits
Like we ain't know that they a hoe
IDC and CREU
We came up out the mud on these hoes
My jewelry leave you shivering
The way my ice stay on froze
I'ma leave these niggas broke
But not my children
If i'm older and my jit ain't rich
Then why the fuck I'm living?
Honestly I think
That's just me in my feelings
So I get in my bag
Get in my bag
Get in my bag
'Til these pussy niggas mad
All my shots, they never miss
That's why I want these niggas dead
Like how I feel inside
But i'm still alive
You know the vibes
Oh, woah
He don't want the smoke
You get popped for really thinking that you're cold
We the type of niggas that's gonna
Knock you out straight to the floor
You better call your bro for help
Cause you cannot go call your hoe
These niggas swear that they got money
Even though they really broke
Shit I stopped flexing for the gram
Back in 2 thousand and one four
Niggas got some female traits
Like we ain't know that they a hoe
IDC and CREU
We came up out the mud on these hoes
And anybody else pussy
I mean it, I mean it
Swear your crew better than mine
Well dawg you dreaming, you dreaming
I stick to the code
Don't fuck with these niggas
Don't fuck with these hoes
Get a nigga killed in a million ways
What you think I watch that horror for?
And you niggas music trash
It sound like horrorcore
They claim i'm not in my bag
But that is what your whore is for
Smoke this dope until this ash exceeds
And it falls on the floor
And go look at Mama Steph if you ask me
What I do it for
Oh, woah
He don't want the smoke
You get popped for really thinking that you're cold
We the type of niggas that's gonna
Knock you out straight to the floor
You better call your bro for help
Cause you cannot go call your hoe
These niggas swear that they got money
Even though they really broke
Shit I stopped flexing for the gram
Back in 2 thousand and one four
Niggas got some female traits
Like we ain't know that they a hoe
IDC and CREU
We came up out the mud on these hoes
IDC and CREU
We came up out the mud on these hoes

Written by:
Stephen Dequan

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