Smoke Zone By Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Woke up on a Patek, I’m an ice fanatic
We ain’t goin’ broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (Woo)
When I sign the deal, I copped the Maybach then I made it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon’ catch ’em out in traffic (Fuck ’em)
I’m in the smoke zone
Fuck with me, that’s how you die wrong (Let’s go)
Them checks gon’ come long, call in straight from the dial tone (Brrr)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon’ stand up (Rich)
I run the racks up, check how a nigga done come up
I bet a hundred, he couldn’t put a fifty
I’m drivin’ real fast with a pen on the seat
I sent them youngings to tell the city
’cause niggas was wanted with me
I put a bundle, a hundred on top of his head
They ain’t want to take it from me
If I point it, they dumpin’, they sprayin’ for me
When it’s war and they runnin’, we lay in the street
But fuck it, let’s talk how a nigga be stuntin’
These niggas keep tryin’ finna do it like me
They’ll go on the net and they be talkin’ wreckless
But these niggas be scared of me (Whoa)
Fuck all that talkin’, your head for keeps
How these diamonds be shinin’, you ain’t gotta see
When you see me, I’m thuggin’, it’s bloody with me
Blow that strap back to back, I’ma tap the street
Woke up on a Patek, I’m an ice fanatic
We ain’t goin’ broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (Woo)
When I sign the deal, I copped the Maybach then I made it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon’ catch ’em out in traffic (Fuck ’em)
I’m in the smoke zone
Fuck with me, that’s how you die wrong (That’s how you die wrong)
Them checks gon’ come long, call in straight from the dial tone (Checks)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon’ stand up (Up, up)
I run the racks up, check how a nigga done come up (Rich)
I bought a Patty Cake
On my left wrist, you could fuckin’ skate
Pop a Perky then I elevate
[?], I might crash the Wraith
Run to the money, I’m racin’ (I’m racin’)
While bein’ in the cut like Jason
Burn a nigga like bacon
Them niggas ain’t slime, they fakin’
It’s an opp, we gon’ shoot at the spot
Rich Forever, I’m a boy with a knot
You a [?], you gon’ suck it or not?
Want the money ’cause I love it a lot
New foreign, bitch, it’s straight out the lot
Old hundreds tryna get in the ride
That’s your bitch, she can come to the spot
When I get the money, it comes straight to the top
Woke up on a Patek, I’m an ice fanatic
We ain’t goin’ broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (Woo)
When I sign the deal, I copped the Maybach then I made it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon’ catch ’em out in traffic (Fuck ’em)
I’m in the smoke zone
Fuck with me, that’s how you die wrong (That’s how you die wrong)
Them checks gon’ come long
Call in straight from the dial tone (Checks)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon’ stand up (Up, up)
I run the racks up, check how a nigga done come up (Rich)