Bigg$moke - J.D.M. (Joints, Drinks, and Misery) (feat. Sa-Vior)

Dragon ears on the end of a joint
Got that shit packed tight
Do not twist to a point
Do not hand a lighter white
Imma skip to the point
You's a small ass nigga
Making all kinds of noise
But I'm tone deaf
I cannot hear your shit
Save your breath
For when your lips around my dick
I got two twin glocks
Pointed at ya bitch
But I'm only popping one shot
Between your lips, uh
No reaction for nothing
Other than chemicals
I'm just taking no action
Due to the indo smoke
Speaking in some fucking code
Language that I just don't know
I ain't got no moral code
Guess that I'm just blowing smoke
Brain matter just turned to ash
Can't keep my money
I just burn the cash
On the lean that I'm sipping
On the weed that I'm hitting
Ain't no way of fucking living
Ain't no way I'm fucking tripping
Keep my name off your lips
If you just tryna start some shit
I got no patience for ya bitch
I don't need you to ride my dick, ay

Big mix the sauce
Talking THC
Raw gar-diamonds
Yes we be buying
Like double V s's
We stay shining
Big grams on me
Indeed no light G's
Big gas
Style homie
You know what it is
Premium the gas
That we be getting again
You know what we doing
Just chilling again
With a little friend
Called MJ, again
(Hey) fuck around
With her
That my best thing
You know what she doing
She just been lifting
My spirits again
You know we drifting
Gone with the wind
Got no caring
Puff co
(Huh) yes I puff bro
More than man of Marsh from Ghost Bros
Mellow the flow
Fire flower
Like Mario
My Toke of smoke
Never known to go broke
Bummy ass bloke
Talking shit nose broke
Mosby nigga
The money I cannot fold
Paul wall bands, nigga
Mouth full of gold
Hank hill
Plus service
Strickland
Gold

Written by:
Gabriel Perez, Salvador Jaramillo Flores

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