Lyrics Smoke Signals (feat. JaceJay) - Mak11

My drip on overflow you could go swimming
Drive the whip on open roads where there's no difference
Can't get me toe to toe 'cause I'm stoned and distant
I'm sipping slow and pouring up an old prescription
Bitch I know you know I'm doing GOAT business
Get the quota closed and show 'em no simping
Shit I go for gold and bro I'm only winning
And when I'm smoking dope I'm blowing smoke signals

Ooh
I'm 'bout to light it up yeah right here in the room
I feel like I'm flying I'm so high I hit the moon
Bet I got that fire and I'm supplying all the crew
Flexing on these guys that's no surprise I thought you knew
I'm the best don't test my grind unless you really want to lose
Opps upset they step aside they stressing when I'm walking through
Want my check correct no time for messing with my guap it's due
On God I'm blessed up next applying pressure bitch I'm on the move
Gimme all the loot like B.I.G.
Listen imma prove I'm lit
Shit I want a coupe and crib
This is not no stupid diss
But if I gotta shoot won't miss
Get them frosted jewels all crisp
Grip the ball then shoot and swish
Hit the mall then scoop a fit
I missed your call 'cause I was busy
But can bet that if I fuck with you
Then imma call you back, and that's a fact, yeah
I been a don up in my city all this effort
That I put in to get popping off the map
No cap won't lack, yeah
I been involved with lots of shit
And I been threatened but I stuck to roots
No time to fall in traps, I handle that, yeah
Ain't getting caught with all these zips
Like it's a question what the youngin' do
My mind be on a sack, gon' stack them racks, yeah

My drip on overflow you could go swimming
Drive the whip on open roads where there's no difference
Can't get me toe to toe 'cause I'm stoned and distant
I'm sipping slow and pouring up an old prescription
Bitch I know you know I'm doing GOAT business
Get the quota closed and show 'em no simping
Shit I go for gold and bro I'm only winning
And when I'm smoking dope I'm blowing smoke signals

Smoke signals
Pull up I'm dropping like four missiles
You looking static like a couple's pictures
I pour up a three and you know that's simple
You crashed your wings, on both symbols
I get to the money, the bag triple
I trip over triples, my flag crippled
I'm moving along, so I pass niggas, look
Wrap it up, pack it up
Double up, trap it
.40 on me while in traffic
I make it disappear like magic
I drop top the coupe when I'm taking off
Pistol packing, gotta lay 'em off
It's a tough time just to get 'em off
I wrap up a brick and I bring it home