Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Second Hand Smoke , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Release date: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Second Hand Smoke |
| Listen |
| Yeah, I put another 40 in the trench |
| At my worst I will still drop 40 off the bench |
| Your block not gory and your shorty is a wench |
| OG cooking and I’m nauseous from the stench |
| (OG chill, chill) |
| This a nighthawk and a mag |
| Say you fucked up one time |
| But you’re talking to Vlad (You're talking to the police) |
| My Akhi need me, he call me I’m right there |
| You mo’fuckers trying to kill something that’s not there |
| Better to be a fisherman than given a fish |
| You were stuck inside the matrix homie this is a glitch |
| This the bottom of the ninth boss swing at the pitch |
| If we talk about our eldritch then I’m bringing a witch |
| Son gone I ain’t think of his name since |
| The son knew I’m good everywhere like I’m Jay Prince |
| You one and the same as opp |
| I know first hand leopards ain’t changing their spots |
| Stupid! |
| You ain’t never ride you gon' die |
| You gon' make me put these opps in the sky |
| They go bye bye bye |
| They go bye bye bye |
| You ain’t never ride you gon' die |
| You gon' make me put these opps in the sky |
| They go bye bye bye |
| They go bye bye bye |
| I’ve got a Ruger Security-Six laying around |
| And once I put it in the air I ain’t taking it down (Na) |
| Motherfuckers must really think I’m playing around |
| I be building with the akhis I be breaking it down |
| How you supposed to get money while you laying around |
| A dog know it’s dying on its way to the pound |
| There was a lot of blood spilling on the way to the crown |
| This is stoicism homey I’ve been playing it down |
| I’ma talk to ya man later |
| Had a mask over my face like I’m Van Vader |
| Do me a favour, don’t do me no damn favour |
| Shots be ringing out of the back of a tan blazer |
| Homie leave it alone |
| Everything is getting eaten akhi even the bones |
| If it’s something that you gotta tell me, leave at the tone |
| And it’s Rock Island Armory, a beast of its own |
| You ain’t never ride you gon' die |
| You gon' make me put these opps in the sky |
| They go bye bye bye |
| They go bye bye bye |
| You ain’t never ride you gon' die |
| You gon' make me put these opps in the sky |
| They go bye bye bye |
| They go bye bye bye |