Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke Tree, artist - Bankroll Mafia. Album song Bankroll Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bankroll Mafia, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Smoke Tree |
Bitch can’t kill my vibe |
Bitch can’t kill my vibe |
I was on percs and weed and drink |
She tried to look in my eyes |
But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t |
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised |
I’m sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise |
Fire in that blunt |
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D |
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet |
I get the molly, the drank and the weed |
I give you extendo, it’s only my treat |
I don’t wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree |
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up |
Just smoke trees, hol' up |
Gotta ride with TIP |
Gotta keep it dirty dick |
Got a Puerto Rican bitch, she on Miami grit |
Just turn up, these streets gon' pay me |
This girl keep bankroll hold |
My one hoe got that new Mercedes |
Can’t kill my vibe when I’m on them percs |
And all that drink me lately |
Think I’m gonna be slim like shady |
You fuckin' with a Bankroll baby |
Nigga might fuck around me, that chopper dead like Sammy Davis |
Balling like Sammy Sosa, put her up in a Rover |
Bitch can’t kill my vibe |
I was on percs and weed and drink |
She tried to look in my eyes |
But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t |
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised |
I’m sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise |
Fire in that blunt |
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D |
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet |
I get the molly, the drank and the weed |
I give you extendo, it’s only my treat |
I don’t wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree |
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up |
Just smoke trees, hol' up |
In the wee hours of every morning |
Yeah we up with that money and steady going |
Your hoe know I ain’t gon' get out |
When I pull up she sitting 'round listening for Bentley horns |
That bankroll’s so necessary |
You crowd me, that action ain’t mandatory |
Can’t compare us, I ain’t in your category |
Still I’m the shit like a lavatory |
Ain’t gon' go back and forth |
Got your bitch head down south and her ass up north |
Give her ass what she askin' for |
When I finish she tell me my dick is spectacular |
Make her suck on it like Dracula |
Right 'fore she back it up, so impressed with my vernacular |
Then make her a private jet passenger |
Mile in the sky, poppin' molly, enjoying the high |
Bitch can’t kill my vibe |
Bitch can’t kill my vibe |
I was on percs and weed and drink |
She tried to look in my eyes |
But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t |
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised |
I’m sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise |
Fire in that blunt |
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D |
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet |
I get the molly, the drank and the weed |
I give you extendo, it’s only my treat |
I don’t wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree |
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up |
Just smoke trees, hol' up |
Act like you know I’mma kill it |
Act like you know I’m the realest |
Act like these bitches ain’t gon' chase this money |
I’mma throw that shit to the ceiling |
Oh what a feeling, been at this shit for a minute |
Ain’t no safety on the folder, the clip is extended |
My t-shirt is extended, my jeans is skinny |
Bitch I come straight out them trenches |
Finally motherfuckin' rich now, I don’t care about no bitch now |
Just cop me a six now, will blast it |
Run through that bitch I don’t now |
Flying through traffic |
Bitch I’m a savage |
Young, rich and flashy |
Only fuck with the baddest |
All about my cabbage |
Bitch can’t kill my vibe |
Bitch can’t kill my vibe |
I was on percs and weed and drink |
She tried to look in my eyes |
But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t |
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised |
I’m sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise |
Fire in that blunt |
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D |
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet |
I get the molly, the drank and the weed |
I give you extendo, it’s only my treat |
I don’t wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree |
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up |
Just smoke trees, hol' up |