Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke, Drank, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 30.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke, Drank |
| A long ride to the west |
| M.O.B. |
| across my chest |
| Lord, please don’t let me rest |
| Why these niggas wanna test? |
| Nigga, please give me strength |
| One time, I don’t got friends |
| Ride this shit to the end |
| Can’t lose, man, I got to win |
| Juvenile, so I keep 2 Glocks |
| Flockaveli, I’m that Damu, oc |
| Light-skinned, tats, gold dreadlocks |
| Niggas playing cops like Matlock |
| Aim on point with his scope and his beam |
| Spray it at your head like oil sheen |
| Leave a nigga dead, eyes rolled back |
| Bow! |
| Bow! |
| Bow! |
| Nigga, hold that |
| Bitch, I’m from the Grove |
| Where niggas have a hand, they get on the stove |
| Some pop pills, some take it up the nose |
| Where niggas fucking hoes at thirteen |
| Living street life, fuck a hoop dream |
| Brick Squad. |
| that’s my home team |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Middle finger to the Feds |
| M.O.B. |
| tatted on my leg |
| A couple niggas wanna see me dead |
| Act like D-Bo, get Craig’ed |
| Pussy niggas heard what the fuck I said |
| Room service, too, I’ll make your bed |
| Bury your body in a backyard shed |
| Make a nigga whole body shake, no dreads |
| Niggas don’t really want to roll with the kid |
| I got more connects than a highway bridge |
| Flow been cold, stored in a fridge |
| A lot of niggas talking about what they should have did |
| Called them niggas squares like a motherfucking grid |
| I’m on my grown man like a nigga had a kid |
| Got to ball on you niggas like I’m playing for the Knicks |
| Hit them with a shotgun, I call that shit the Clips |
| I ain’t worried about the cops, I’m too legit |
| I got to put money over every single bitch |
| Mouse in the hood, trapping for that cheese |
| Balling 'cause I hustle like I’m playing overseas |
| I was raised in the streets, me and my pistol |
| Moving these pounds on my bicycle |
| I’m so official, I earned my stripes |
| Bitches on my dick like a parasite |
| I make her tap out like the cane’s spiked |
| Then I smoke and drink all fucking night |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga |
| Waka, what it do, cuz? |
| I’m fucking with you, nigga, the long way |
| Let’s get this money |
| Brick Squad in the building |
| Squad up, squad up, squad up |
| See, I’ma smoke 'til I can’t smoke no more, then drink 'til I can’t drink no |
| more |
| Plant a money seed and my chick grow |
| Stand up tall 'til it can’t no more |
| Try me if you want, I swear to God, I’ll split your cantaloupe |
| My chopper fully loaded, I’ma squeeze on you 'til there ain’t no more |
| I run real C like OG and them |
| Run with the B like Flocka and them |
| Green flag, that’s my partner, them |
| Hit Squad, man, there’s a lot of them |
| You get an Oscar, slim, for acting gangsta |
| A boss to him, better get your rank up |
| Real Money, been had our bank up |
| In the club, buying bottles just to pour the drink up |
| Who is this nigga trying to act like me? |
| Swear he getting money, bounce back like me |
| And every hood, every block count stacks like me |
| Fully loaded Glock, stay strapped like me |
| Nigga, you a nobody of Kebo Gotti |
| Mr. I Got It, all about a nigga’s profit |
| Flocka with a tool, would’ve been done got him |
| Been done hit him, been done shot him |
| Been done offed him, then laugh about it |
| While I’m blowing on kush straight from Cali |
| Irene shit, straight out the valley |
| I’ma duct tape shit and I ain’t talking alley |
| Flying in the bird and I ain’t talking falcon |
| Plead the fifth every time they ask me |
| Disappear just like it’s magic |
| Then reappear, lights, camera, action |
| I smoke, drink, smoke, drink |
| I smoke, drink, smoke, drink |
| I smoke, drink, smoke, drink |
| I smoke, drink, smoke, drink |
| Flocka, Gotti |
| Cuz, I see you, nigga |
| All the way on the west coast, nigga |
| Back on the east coast, nigga |
| Y’all know how we do it, man |
| Hit Squad, Brick Squad, nigga |
| I’m out |
| Gone |