Smoke something
Look
Fog lamps shining
Sliding through fallen clouds
Rap and make bags
In large amounts
Stashing bread
In off shore accounts
I'm the one niggas talking bout
A fucking myth
Say my name
I appear in a cloud of piff
I survey the landscape
Evading fake nigga handshake
Beefing wit who
I'm plant based
We ain't even in the same circuit
On ya six
I'm lane merging
Wit no turn signal
The game dirty
Never let a nigga
Know my next maneuver
Just do It
Collecting checks till I'm fluid
Liquid financially
Self funded anarchy
Eight figures annually
YT and The family
Technically, its insanity
How I flip
Every album like a brick
Times Sixty-Six
See I'm in the mix
Cuz I focused on my own pot
And I won't quit
Till them S.C.G'Z on top, nigga
Smoke something
Get high to this shit
I ride alone
In my two door coupe
Workin the wheel
Sliding on blades of Steel
I heard you came up
Nigga how do It feel
It still ain't enough though
It's more to reveal
I ride alone
In my two door coupe
Workin the wheel
Sliding on blades of Steel
I heard you came up
Nigga how do It feel
It still ain't enough though
It's more to reveal
I got real songs wit Scarface
So fix yo face
Better hit yo brakes
When you see me
Mobbing vintage plate
Down yo interstate
Run the point game, penetrate
Y.T. been here for years
Safe to say
I'm here to stay
We name our cars after women
It's tradition
Steering wheel made of hickory
Wield It viciously
Energy renewable, sustainable
But the game is cruel
No It ain't the money changing you
That was in yo heart from the start
Right or wrong
You hate to see me back up on top
Where I belong
Left a firestorm
In a trail of smoke
I was gone
Breeze by all you maricóns
On the iron throne
The perfect example of perseverance
Fuck what you heard
It's what you hearing
New power steering
Transmission effiecient
Many miles driven
On the road to riches
Ridin' high
In something vintage
Fucker
Smoke something nigga
I ride alone
In my two door coupe
Workin the wheel
Sliding on blades of steel
I heard you came up
Nigga how do It feel
It still ain't enough tho
It's more to reveal
I ride alone
In my two door coupe
Workin the wheel
Sliding on blades of steel
I heard you came up
Nigga how do It feel
It still ain't enough though
It's more to reveal