Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke Til I Can't, artist - Caskey. Album song Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Smoke Til I Can't |
| We gon' fuck around and get Wiz Khalifa on this bitch |
| Probably the only one that could keep up |
| I smoke 'til I can’t, I’m covered in dank |
| I just left out of California, came to fuck up the bank |
| And I got the jewelry on me and it’s wet like the paint |
| And I ain’t claim to be a saint, I think I’m everything they ain’t |
| I smoke 'til I can’t, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| I got the jewelry on me and it’s drippin' in dank |
| And I just pulled up to the bank, and I ain’t claim to be a saint |
| I smoke 'til I can’t, yeah, in the kitchen and it’s Taysty |
| She put so many drugs in the blunt that I nickname her Lacy |
| And I ain’t out chasin' a high, man, a high finna chase me |
| I’m blowin' kush like the AC, move too many, man, the plug gotta pace me |
| Don’t play with my paper, I’m only gon' shop if it’s full |
| You a bitch and you don’t even do all the shit that you want, hey |
| I get that bread by the loaf, said I’ma hit up the coast, left and came back in |
| a ghost |
| You can’t decide if you love her or not, never had that type debate with the |
| knots |
| I got that Glock on my waist while I’m smokin', I ain’t finna box |
| Yeah, and I got a car full of bops, and I’m ridin' on the opps |
| And I’m, and I’ma work my lil wrist, give 'em somethin' to watch |
| Yeah, and I can’t fuck with you if you would fuck with the cops |
| I smoke 'til I can’t, I’m covered in dank |
| I just left out of California, came to fuck up the bank |
| I got the jewelry on me and it’s drippin' in paint |
| And I ain’t claim to be a saint, and I’m everything they ain’t |
| I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| Whoa, yeah, yeah |
| Ayy, Weezy left the family |
| All I used to bump was Weezy back in the Camry, damn |
| They don’t see me break a sweat, they never understand me |
| Yeah, but I got ultimate faith in myself, you a Plan B |
| I work from LA to Miami, life a beach, shit, I love when it’s sandy |
| Yeah, and I got too many bitches and y’all busy scramblin' |
| I go and make me a profit and spend it on gamblin' |
| I’m in the streets, the music industry shady, whoa |
| Just did a 180, they talk about me 'cause I signed up with Baby |
| I got a problem gettin' to the money, I’ma pull up on somebody, tell 'em to pay |
| me |
| Get it out the mud, get a thousand pills, clients mad 'cause I ain’t sellin' |
| 'em lately |
| Lookin' at my wrist, lookin' at my bitch, people really underestimate me |
| I be myself and let the press debate me, they love me broke, I think it’s best |
| they hate me |
| When I hit the strip in Vegas, feelin' like I’m 2Pac, they wanna decimate me |
| I fuck her and don’t even try, and I still impress her, baby |
| Whoa, I’m smokin' on broccoli |
| I go to sleep on top of the money with two girls on top of me |
| I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| I just left out of California with a car full of dank |
| I got the jewelry on me and it’s wet like the paint |
| And I ain’t claim to be a saint, bitch, I’m everything they ain’t |
| I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| Yeah, yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t |
| We preach peace and love and tolerance, but we don’t act on it. |
| We say that |
| this world is going to a shithole, but we are the reason why, because we do not |
| accept others and their differences. |
| We say we do, but our actions speak a lot |
| louder than our words |