Lyrics Smoke On - E.S.G, Big T, Big 50

Smoke On

(Ahhh yeah…
As we lock up in the mother fucking smoke room with all this Southside flavor
We gon mix in this big pot of kool aid something like this…)
Smoke… Smoke On
(What you doing E?)
Smoke… smoke on
(Say fool, I’m getting higher than a mother fucker)
Smoke… Smoke on…
(with that perignon)
Smoke on… Smoke on…
(Don't forget about that Yellowstone)
Well as I kick in your door with this killer flow
For the 94, so pass the indo
Coming through that South Park-you hoes can’t stop me
Trying to guess my next move like you playing a game of monopoly
You know big Tone is from the stone and she’s never losing
Packing a chrome to your dome straight out of Houston
You know when I put on my suit, I’m gon clown
Coming down with that E.S.G.
from H-Town
Mack 11, tech 9
Trying to put in some work
Noting but another plug shooting slugs with hurt
Fucking a copper with a chopper
Pass the wheel of killer sweets
And i wonder will the death be of the next nigga that I meet
Eye to eye
Fly to fly
Quick enough won’t
Quick a younger fool from the click
Pull that 187 shit
On at 14 take it straight to your dome
And you can get crunk but imma smoke on
Smoke… Smoke On
(What you doing E?)
Smoke… smoke on
(Say fool, I’m getting higher than a mother fucker)
Smoke… Smoke on…
(with that perignon)
Smoke on… Smoke on…
(Don't forget about that Yellowstone)
Well who’s next up to bat with that rat tat tat tat
No it ain’t the rage and it don’t be the brat
I’m straight from the south, I got it going on
Who’s this?
it’s that bitch and that switch from Yellowstone
Breaking em off a chunk, so don’t even try
Puffing on a fry, the T the O the R the I
And you know it’s on
It’s that E and that Yellowstone
So y’all smoke on
As I awake in the morning
My eyes filled with sleep
I’m reaching for the dresser trying to grab my swisher sweet
My day is good as gold by the time I get it lit
And off to the bathroom to take me a shit
And when I’m finished shitting
It’s time to get my grub on
For breakfast in the morning eating left-over neck bones
Watch my eyes and hit the gut
Time to serve them fiends bro
Flipping through my hood trying to make my daily cash flow
Smoke… Smoke On
(What you doing E?)
Smoke… smoke on
(Say fool, I’m getting higher than a mother fucker)
Smoke… Smoke on…
(with that perignon)
Smoke on… Smoke on…
(Don't forget about that Yellowstone)
What’s up to my hoes?
What’s up to my fellas?
My colors like my set
There green and fucking yellow
It’s Lil Vaughn her I come through your gutter
Low pros, 84s, predos and peanut butter
Back on this set with this fucking E.S.G
About to hurt you hoes in the damn industry
Pop roof, pop trunk, grab my remote
And watch this hoe float off this south killer smoke
Well I’m straight from the south
With that voodoo and them gators
And one thing’s fa sho i got no love for player haters
And them white folks shouldn’t never turned me lose
Im having breakfast on my seven deuce, pancakes and juice
In the 94, it’s that nigga ESG
Got them hoes swangin and bangin like I did in 93'
But you can back the fuck up cause iIknow that you can’t fade me
Like the 8 ball said-won't you smoke on baby
Smoke… Smoke On
(What you doing E?)
Smoke… smoke on
(Say fool, im getting higher than a mother fucker)
Smoke… Smoke on…
(with that perignon)
Smoke on… Smoke on…
(Don't forget about that Yellowstone)
(shout outs——————————————)