Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke |
| My lil niggas itching he gon take on all missions |
| Better not play the field pussy I’m gon have my dog sick em |
| Shoot it out with the whole city, all 50s all glizzies |
| Pop out wearing black masks we know most of yall witnesses |
| War between some young niggas likely to involve bitches |
| Next thing got a wall for the deceased, room full of all pictures |
| FEDS wanna catch a nigga bad know they all wishing |
| I’m getting rich so suck a nigga dick I know that yall listening |
| Chains on me all glistening, blur a bitch vision |
| Difference is you in that 560, I’m balling out |
| But just like John Maranch you didn’t pick me |
| Bitch grizzly, thought I lost it but I really didn’t |
| Big frisbee, started on the block but I’m worldwide |
| Nigga I been trending before verified |
| When I saw a murder I wasn’t terrified |
| Stuck up in this shit like I’m paralyzed |
| Gangsters gon unite one day our day arrives |
| Thankful for my life I pray I stay alive |
| Movin like the man cuz I got bread now |
| I can’t let the fame get to my head now |
| Thousand dollar cash mil scullys on my head now |
| But niggas I was thugging with, gettin money with, they dead now |
| Paining me, keep flames with me, nigga black out, just see red I |
| Wised up, might contradict myself on shit I said |
| I be tryna slow up like Herbo, nigga use your head |
| Got a bodyguard but nigga be really dependent on that lead |
| Nigga not no reptile nothing but tears and bloodshed |
| Nigga not erectile but I keep one up in the head |
| Niggas fucked up in the head, you get one up in ya head |
| Feel like I’m one up in my head, niggas like what’s up in ya head |
| Oh that’s just tough luck cuz he scared niggas gettin tucked up in they bed |
| Oh you a killa? |
| Why you ain’t slayed? |
| What’s them face tats and them dreads |
| You a pussy boy, go on hits but you keep missing |
| You a rookie or hollows poppin through your skin like some cooking oil |
| He ain’t really with the sin, he a pussy boy |
| Go on let the smokers in we been lookin for us |