Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke Out , by - BBG Baby JoeRelease date: 03.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke Out |
| Billboard Hitmakers |
| Tired as a motherfucker |
| Go Grizz |
| Shit, I can’t wait for that smoke out in the morning |
| Winners Circle |
| We gon' call this bitch the smoke out |
| We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse |
| Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few |
| Got all my niggas with me, they tryna see what they can do |
| Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you |
| And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that’s for Boo |
| I’m stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo |
| And we gon' pull up flexin', throwin' fours in the coupe |
| I wake up early, brush my teeth, and roll a Backwood |
| We throw a party every Saturday so it’s all good |
| Three and D up in the front room and they full of mud |
| Three he say he got two ready to pull up and they know what up |
| Shit, he say he got four, they all sisters too |
| The main thing they kept on sayin' was they could keep a secret too |
| Tell an Uber to scoop 'em up if they can’t get to us |
| Laughin' and jokin', tryna see which one we finna cut |
| Pour 'em a cup of that Henn' and watch it turn 'em up |
| We got rubbers in the closet, ain’t no slippin' up |
| And we got Plan B’s in the closet if that rubber bust |
| Ain’t got no time to argue, that is not my child, son |
| We gon' call this bitch the smoke out |
| We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse |
| Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few |
| Got all my niggas with me, they tryna see what they can do |
| Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you |
| And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that’s for Boo |
| I’m stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo |
| And we gon' pull up flexin', throwin' fours in the coupe |
| Bitch, I’m loaded, sippin' on some potion |
| Purple in the air and you know they can’t control it |
| Sippin' when I’m loaded, clutchin' when I’m loaded |
| Mind full of evil thoughts, keys on me back in the salt |
| Coupes when we passin' y’all, forties make your body fall |
| Memories of everybody smokin' trees |
| Boo on a white tee, Fred passin' me the cup |
| Load up but quick to bust, tryna knock you off that truck |
| Shit, Ken got him one, she raw as a bitch |
| And DeeDee just pulled her friend so you know they the shit |
| Tyler and the Jizzle pulled up with 'bout six of them hoes |
| And we still flexin' on you niggas, steady throwin' them fours, gang |
| We gon' call this bitch the smoke out |
| We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse |
| Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few |
| Got all my niggas with me, they tryna see what they can do |
| Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you |
| And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that’s for Boo |
| I’m stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo |
| And we gon' pull up flexin' throwin' fours in the coupe |