Free Smoke (feat. Rmc Mike)

Im in the land in a lamb with two hundred grand
Finna pull up on my mans you want two hundred grams
Scooter chase you down with that 10 like he from Pakistan
When I got some money first strap I bought black FN
Shout out my nigga Rack$ just made a hundred Rack$ im coming back
Nigga pulled out a little stack it was nothing fat
How the fuck is you a boss you aint got nothing whacked
Bitch called her mama son and got her brother smacked

Hella hams and turkeys in the club these niggas cold cut
Reaching out and dapping in the club but he dont know us
Wishing I had listened to my mom and what she told us
Why you say this nigga was yo plug and he aint boat us
Call up hungry rio whats the deal bag came with the seal
Nigga calling plays like he bill he aint in the field
Why you think he rapping everyday and he aint got a deal
Bitch im still trapping everyday I been done made a mil

Nigga said he got more pape than me boy not for real
Only thing my opps got to they name is a shot up crib
I was up like fifty seven Racks before I popped a pill
The plug sold me 7 pints of act and got his doctor killed
Damn I need a pot for real
Mixing wokesha with the tres we making snot for real
Sold a hit pint he only know cause I forgot the seal
Bitch desperate throwing the pussy at me she need to stop for real

I just bought another watch they like you got to chill
Im like nah for real add me up I probably got a mil
To make it simpler I got a thousand thousand dollar bills
Leave the whole scene messy when the choppa spill

Baby Drac hit a nigga gut ripped his stomach fat
Spin the block hit them niggas up nah they aint coming back
2 years ago I was selling grams now I hustle rap
Nigga lay a hand on me he gone be wondering where his mother at

Be done made a hundred grand off stealing trust funds
How you let a nigga kill yo mans if you dont trust none
Why you let lil bruddah hold a strap and he dont bust guns
Told lil mama she gone keep on sucking till the nut cum

I aint talking about the greyhound we had a bus run
Bitch im talking about them yellow school busses had a bunch of them
Stop rapping bout dead bodies if you aint touch one
I dont really conversate like that mike the blunt one

Two hundred K all off rap money in my trust funds
We back in town knocking shit off bitch now we up one
I just let 2 bitches leave the crib I shouldve fucked one
I was gone let rio buy 2 pints but I drunk one

Why you taking all them percs and lean it got you slumped bruh
I was putting seeds up in a bitch just like a pumpkin
And I aint never ever dropped a pack im never fumbling
Bitch I thought you said you threw it back I caught you running

Rack$

This that cleveland to flint shit yall niggas cant fuck with us
You know what the fuck going on
Aye you broke niggas step out the way this shit is not for you man
I would hate to be you and I love to me
You niggas is some lames

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