Smoke - 10fifty, Lil Gotit

Smoke - 10fifty, Lil Gotit

  • Year of release: 2019
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:59

Below is the lyrics of the song Smoke , artist - 10fifty, Lil Gotit with translation

Lyrics " Smoke "

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Smoke

10fifty, Lil Gotit

Show her how to do it, show her how to use it

Ridin' with Lil Wuzi, ridin' with the Uzi

Gotit keep a toolie, don’t fuck with groupies

Bitch, you a groupie, go 'head and move it

Pop tryna test me, so I had to prove it

You shoot the chopper basic, Tyler Perry movie

Aiming for your head, nigga fuck a vest

Yeah whe grab a TEC, sig on that

Yeah you best bet, best to play dead

2018, HoodBaby making racks

Poured up a four, now I’m trippin' off the red

LV Virgil silk sheets on the bed

We can be whatever, B Slime up next

Nothing like the rest, you ain’t bout a check

I’m king slime, baguettes on the chest

Yeah we like to flex, yeah we like to flex

Bitch you a rat, make a ho' upset

Smoke (phew-phew), smoke (phew-phew)

We want smoke, I want smoke

They workin' at In-N-Out

Diamonds hitting hard, no standing out

Ain’t shootin' from the car, I’ll hand it out

Draco with a drum, I bet I’ll clear it out

I be gettin' money, let me say it louder

trend, like my name was Russ

Saint Laurent folded up, all black goggles

Just because my name I made that bitch swallow

She doing anything just for a dollar

Hit it from the front, grab her neck, make her holla

Do it with one hand

Deep in the AMG, lookin' like a char

Boy you a star, was rappin' like the Carters

Balling too hard, real hard, Vince Carter

Yeah he wrote a statement, he should’ve been an author

These niggas burnt, go send 'em to the doctor

Phew, phew

Look Amiri jeans and the shirt match the Bentley

Trapping in my Nikes all night, got creases

Copped a lot of cars, but I don’t got lenses

Boy you ain’t right, I’ma live to my richest

Blicky hit him up, he ain’t peaceful like a reccess

And I got cheese, want a slice of the pizza

Two tone, tuck your lil boy at home

Yeah, yeah he gone

HoodBaby walkin' with them trollers

What type of cheese, provolone

Fuck a cypher, comin' off the dome

Lotta air shots, yeah, comin' at your throat

And I send that money to the fours not them Rolls

All they ass want is a motherfucking phone

Show her how to do it, show her how to use it

Ridin' with Lil Wuzi, ridin' with the Uzi

Gotit keep a toolie, don’t fuck with groupies

Bitch, you a groupie, go 'head and move it

Pop tryna test me, so I had to prove it

You shoot the chopper basic, Tyler Perry movie

Aiming for your head, nigga fuck a vest

Yeah whe grab a TEC, sig on that

Yeah you best bet, best to play dead

2018, HoodBaby making racks

Poured up a four, now I’m trippin' off the red

LV Virgil silk sheets on the bed

We can be whatever, B Slime up next

Nothing like the rest, you ain’t bout a check

I’m king slime, baguettes on the chest

Yeah we like to flex, yeah we like to flex

Bitch you a rat, make a ho' upset

Smoke (phew-phew), smoke (phew-phew)

We want smoke, I want smoke

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