Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Green, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song Prime Location, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic, RFC
Song language: English
All Green |
Yeah |
Yeah |
Kush God, bitch |
Really |
Uh-huh |
Uh |
Let it breathe for a second |
Right |
Lately, I been on the Somalian flex |
Teddy threw me some pieces, always fuck up a check |
I need the whole 2020 collection, I’m on deck |
2x the tops, XL the sweats |
My direct sell for wreck |
And then exhale the rest |
You think I do this for TV but ain’t no cam in there |
I smoke two-hundred bucks a day, that’s seventy grand a year |
Uh, wish I could claim this on my taxes |
But Uncle Sam can’t get what’s under this mattress, uh |
You can’t relate, you non-active |
Plus your whole hustle game is lacklust, Acura |
Lookin' for some dope boys, that’s us |
I represent a small percentage of the niggas that really talk and live it |
Travel with it always off my pivot |
Of course, I hit it, I be courtside with it |
Uh, enough raw to make the dog sick |
Fuck a U-Haul truck, I need a forklift |
Fuck a five-star suite, I need a fortress |
And if I ever swipe, I use the corporate |
It’s more lit, more shit |
I buy champ for fun, I got endorsements |
Of course it’s still all green like what Sebi sings, uh |
And business over everything |
Everybody I know with real money don’t want fame |
Was dark, then the sun came |
Underground king like the pimp and bun name |
Whole lotta flavor contain |
Got your whole record deal just on one chain |
One thing, we come in peace but still gun sling |
So keep your piece unless you want flame |
Through all the smoke, the smoke clears, smoke there |
Still got a whole lotta debts for wholesale |
Meet me in the lot of the Red Roof Inn Motel |
Had to cut the middle man, tried to ride my coattail |
Gas got my feet on it, nigga, tried to put a whole G on it |
Got him out the way, put my G on it |
Uh, I’m a Harlem nigga, anyhow |
You niggas lookin' goofy, we still koofi, smack ya jimmy style |
It came from us, if it was any loud |
Smokers club, I live it out |
Uh, enough raw to make the dog sick |
Fuck a U-Haul truck, I need a forklift |
Fuck a five-star suite, I need a fortress |
And if I ever swipe, I use the corporate |
It’s more lit, more shit |
I buy champ for fun, I got endorsements |
Of course it’s still all green like what Sebi sings, uh |
And business over everything |