All the Smoke

She used to turn me down, now she want my signature
She don't impress me, all these bitches similar
Don't even shoot your shot unless you look like Dej Lo
If a nigga reach from my chain, get a halo

You told him I ain't hit it, bitch, I smell cat
She say I'm a dog, that's ironic, this a hellcat
Like, what the fuck is love? I can't even spell that
My niggas keep rolling up the Zod, I know you smell that

I fuck some bad twins, think they from Minnesota
I'm going up now, I used to sleep on sofas
These niggas sick about it, I think they got corona
She wanna be laid up, I'd rather shoot a floater

Little bro don't need a pill, he'll do it sober
Bitch, they leaving niggas stretched like he doing yoga
Bro, the riches, they get rocky just like Balboa
This bitch a star, so I put her in some Fashion Nova

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My niggas not mixed martial artists
But they love to slide with strikers
I'ma move my grandma out the hood
And get her everything she desires

Hold on, wait a minute, I'm finna switch the flow
It's that time of the month, so I'ma just fuck her throat
I've been through hard times, ain't let it break me though
Like you gotta drug test, a nigga don't want no smoke

These niggas don't want no smoke
These niggas don't want no smoke
These niggas don't want no smoke
These niggas don't want no smoke

These niggas don't want no smoke
These niggas don't want no smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke

I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke

I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
There is little black about you flowers and we can fuck for hours
Put that on everything

Just like onion powder
Put that on everything
Just like onion powder
Put that on everything