Lyrics We Want All The Smoke - Sad Frosty

We Want All The Smoke

Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
Ayy
We want all the smoke, and I’m smoking cantaloupe
B-b-bad bitch, fuck the team, she gon' give me throat (Thot!)
She gon' give me top, 'cause I’m headed to the top (Yeah)
I don’t fuck with opps, pull up in that drop top (Skrrt, skrrt!)
Or I might just pull up in that fucking Reego (What?)
Your boyfriend lame, and he drive a Beato (Lame)
Bitches on me, they gon' fuck 'cause of my lingo
Them broke boys lame, they say they hate my ego
I don’t need no friends (What?), I just want the cash (Huh?)
I just pulled up in the Corvette, doin' the dash (Skrrt!)
Oh thats yo' girl?
(What?) That bitch, she trash
I’m making money, I-I-I count it fast (Yeah, yeah)
I’m playing for keeps (Ayy), so don’t ask me for shit (No!)
These broke bitches, they-they be on my dick (Huh?)
I just left L.A. with damn near thirty bands (Yeah)
These boys is broke, they don’t understand (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah (Ayy)