Lyrics Holy Smoke - Yung Simmie

Holy Smoke

I’m from the bottom of the bottom, it can’t get no lower
And my hittas ain’t popular
But they pop at your soldier
OG sour my oder
You can’t hang if you sober
I was in a kush coma, but I got straight to the commas
I’m a low-key nigga
I don’t be with the drama
I might fuck on your mama
I been since the jump
I keep the pump in the trunk
Don’t make me aim at you chumps
Tryna sneak diss a nigga
Tryna get famous or some'
You niggas better listen up
Like I’m telling you some'
My whole team eating
We ain’t giving you none
I be up with the roosters
I be up with the sun
In the cut with some shooters
Red beam don’t run
But they be sleeping on the like I ain’t got no credentials
Niggas better check my past cause I been presidential
The Holy Ghost
I pop up I blow holy smoke
Smoke O-G-G-O-D
You can’t smoke with me
My blunt look like a cigar
I’m Simmie Escobar
I like bad bitches, and I like fast cars
You niggas better keep up, I’m playing fast ball
Standing ovation, I graduated from the underdog
They wanna be me, they want my view, they wanna see what I see
The one and only, cause I am who I be
And on the court, competition get smoked like Newports
Could’ve been an athlete if rolling blunts was a sport
But fuck it I hold the torch
I might burn me a nigga
I ain’t feeling like myself, I need the cash not this nigga
I’m plotting on that bag, I’m tryna get a little richer
Niggas acting like they down, and these hoes is gold diggers
Moral of the story, get the cash and just do you
I’m smoking two blunts you can call that shit a part two
Big smokey, big blunts, big smoke session
If you rolling up a swisher, this ain’t your section, yeah
If you rolling up some reggie this ain’t your section
Big smokey