paroles de chanson Smoke (feat. Kvng Diablo) [Freestyle] - ABM Drip

If you want some fame nigga let us smoke you then
Every time they take a hit, they'll say they smokin' Ben
Don't be stretchin' for attention lookin' like I smoked a fan
We got a pole for every hoe, we gon' be smokin' in the stands
While we watchin' all yo bitches screamin' ABM, damn man
How you let yo baby mama give my ass a lap dance
She say that you be hidin' tail and you ain't even got hands
So sayin' prayers ain't gon' so take you time to make amends
Everybody know this and know that, but I ain't say it, so it's fuck it
Keep on lurkin' on me bitch that's why I'm always fuckin' public
I want you to see what I went through and how I rose above it
Shit was crucial to emotions threw some dirt on it and rubbed it
That's how fuckin' demons do it, that's how fuckin' demons do it
That's how fuckin' demons do it, that's how fuckin' demons do it
That's how fuckin' demons do it, that's how fuckin' demons do it
That's how fuckin' demons do it, that's how fuckin' demons do it
Niggas buyin' only fans got bitches actin' outta line
Say she ballin' in her court, but wanna cross over to mine
Only Spaldin' in my court, but I got D if you got time
Just 'cause she look successful don't mean that that bitch is worth a dime
For them I cannot wait in line, 'cause I know that they foolin' niggas
Pay for private stories and these bitches can't even fool on niggas
That ass just like a rock no jiggle it can't move on niggas
Diamonds like a rock no jiggle but they still will stool on niggas
That mean that I'm shittin' on these niggas and they bitch with a new face
No one to fuck her in that lace because her booty got no bass
My songs could shake shit better even if she had a waist
Spent they money on that goofy shit, we gotta rob they place
And this is why, why
When they die, die
I'ma smoke 'em for a high, shit gon' take me for a ride all damn night
I got one last thing to say to niggas from the light nigga bye

Niggas on the left stop lackin' keep the toolie tucked
Hit 'em with the forty shit feelin' like a uppercut
Shotty to his body make his organs do a double dutch
Yo BM givin' up again soundin' like you cuffed a slut
Add another opp to the pack feel like we smokin' runtz
Fuck it up, flip it with the chickens how it's finna go
Have fo'nem fuck on yo bitch since you wanna cuff a hoe
Fuck the bop, where that nigga at I'll let my chopper rock
Yo bitch catchin' trains while we higher than some astronauts
Riddle him with bullets til we make his fuckin' body flop
Finna make the gang jump his ass like its hopscotch
Trick or treat, be right at yo door nigga knock, knock
Then we dump the clip on yo ass nigga fire, fire
Whole time don't let me see him, finna come an flame him up
Niggas say they hard but they really actin' lame as fuck
Probably have to send some young niggas just to get you touched
Send him to his momma house, black and blue with some lumps
I'm done talkin' to this goofy nigga, Drip pop the trunk
Have him leanin' in his seat when he catch a couple slugs
Now his heart be soundin' real light, he just went above, bitch
And yo bitch is a sorry hoe
Why she runnin' for the dick, doin' good cardio?
Bro say her pussy for him and he get popped like he Mario
Aye I ain't touch the bitch, but heard that she a scholar yeah you know