Jimmy Da Gunna - Smoke

I smoke like the kitchen, Thanksgiving and Christmas
If he want some smoke we add him to the hit list
It's up then it's up put him up like dishes
To yall, y'all some gangsters, to us y'all some bitches
I'm not from Beverly I'm not from Malibu
Where I come from bitch they call it the trenches
Don't be calling my number or calling my name if you ain't calling me talmbout business
I'm the one sliding you won't catch me slipping
Put dots on these niggas these niggas be dipping
Put locks on my phone and my bitch she be tripping
She really be thinking I'm dicking these women
These niggas be tripping they want my position they jealous fr cus they see that I'm Winning
My denim and linen it say true religion
A glizzy is in em that's just how I'm living

This glock got extensions with God as my witness
If he want some smoke then on God he can get it
These choppas go dumb when this bitches be spitting
I make him say un like he fuck with no limit
Idc if it snap idc if it's fitted
Lil nigga that's cap that is not how you living
If we catch you slipping you better start swimming
Cus this ain't no puddle this where they go fishing
Fuck wrong with these niggas i heard they be snitching
Oh that boy a witness keep him at a distance
That ain't my business but I pay attention
When they get to tripping I'm sipping this Lipton
Elegant nigga drink water with lemon
These niggas won't shoot cus that shit just ain't in em
Beefing with you is like guarding Ben Simmons
I am on top I been locked my position
Smoking cannabis and it's exquisite
This blunt like the size of a leg on a midget
A rob me a nigga and ask him who did it
Can catch me red handed I still won't admit it
I know that I'm grimey sometime I get slimey
I'm sorry I just let shit just walk by me
If that nigga sweet then I'm gone creep behind him
He like a toy in the store that say try me
Call up them labels and tell em to buy me, say less than a mil watch how quick I'm Declining
I'm in this chair with my feet up reclining, til mils on the table I'll think about signing
Crazy how much you can make off of rhyming
Guess that I stepped in this bitch perfect timing
Young water faucet I'm dripping in diamonds
I'm saucy like pasta but I ain't Italian

I smoke like the kitchen, Thanksgiving and Christmas
If he want some smoke we add him to the hit list
It's up then it's up put him up like dishes
To yall, y'all some gangsters, to us y'all some bitches
I'm not from Beverly I'm not from Malibu
Where I come from bitch they call it the trenches
Don't be calling my number or calling my name if you ain't calling me talmbout business
I'm the one sliding you won't catch me slipping
Put dots on these niggas these niggas be dipping
Put locks on my phone and my bitch she be tripping
She really be thinking I'm dicking these women
These niggas be tripping they want my position they jealous fr cus they see that I'm Winning
My denim and linen it say true religion
A glizzy is in em that's just how I'm living

My city fuck with me from elders to children
The neighborhood hero that live like a villain
The nigga be giving, the nigga be stealing
You could be the given you could be victim
I'm full of sativa I'm full of potential
I'm followed by vehicles full of them pistols
That's carried by niggas that shoot outta windows
That don't give a fuck that'll blow outta rentals
These niggas is sweet, they sentimental
They'll get beat, they instrumentals
Young Jimmy a dog like pit in a kennel
Young Jimmy don't talk bitch I ain't Jimmy kimmel
Niggas be telling they rats Stuart little
Jimmy like Nipsey with racks in the middle
I sleep with a strap cuz it's racks in the pillow
Got two lil smithys that's Jaden and Willow
And I'm ringing bells like a dismissal
I don't see no stripes you not official
I'm young and I ball I'm jimmy Lamelo
This nicki hold seven but it ain't Carmelo
Who want smoke like I said in the intro
This forty bite down with the force of a hippo
Niggas be shooting but they ain't on shit tho
I got a hundred that that nigga don't ten four
He want the smoke but don't know what he in for
Creep on yo street so discreet I'll tiptoe
pull this bitch out like I'm dancing to disco
It's long as a limo will drop you like kimbo
Catch you slipping have dippin like limbo
Call my killers give them niggas yo info
Knock on yo door all you see is a pistol
You creep out the window my niggas gone get you

I smoke like the kitchen, Thanksgiving and Christmas
If he want some smoke we add him to the hit list
It's up then it's up put him up like dishes
To yall, y'all some gangsters, to us y'all some bitches
I'm not from Beverly I'm not from Malibu
Where I come from bitch they call it the trenches
Don't be calling my number or calling my name if you ain't calling me talmbout business
I'm the one sliding you won't catch me slipping
Put dots on these niggas these niggas be dipping
Put locks on my phone and my bitch she be tripping
She really be thinking I'm dicking these women
These niggas be tripping they want my position they jealous fr cus they see that I'm Winning
My denim and linen it say true religion
A glizzy is in em that's just how I'm living

Written by:
Jamai Green

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