Smoke Lyrics – BlocBoy JB
(Load me up IV)
(Tay Keith this too hard)
I’m bacc in bag Dey stealing my swag but this the original flow
If I see my opp den I’m peeling his boat
*** a 4 of da lean pour a pint on his toe
Now who won’t the smoke
Yea I want the smoke
*** all talkin let’s meet at yo door
I’m pedaroll mafia big babyloc
And I got tiny locs
N I fw da folks
N I fw da Joes
N I fw da bloods
My *** got da strap Ian fuccin wit studs
Just fucced a *** but I told ha it’s love
I was so down I looked up seen the sidewalk
Me n brothers we played in da mud
I’m feeling offset I might just bussdown the carti
So *** if it’s up den it’s stuck
What you gone do wen up in combat
Bullet start hitting da bacc of yo truck
My throwaway was a xd compact
9 lemon squeeze was da one da bussed
He want dat beef put em in a lunchpacc
Ian smoking on opps Dey was killed out of love
I getting *** lil baby thats a fun fact
But the marijawana is my only drug
I’m off a ex lap
Trynna give a dirt nap
Came from a perk yeah must been a dud
I’m trynna bump on this beef I like contact
Niggas was scared to come out where we was
Hollow tips hit em’ explode on contact
Rip him up quickest way get him a bust
He don’t drop videos cuz he took broke to go buy him some clothes
That *** a bum
AR flip a car rip through the motor
It sounds explosive a bunch of alarms
I got a switch on a nine with a drum
It’s so fast you braggin no way he can run
I don’t feel sympathy turn to a memory
Cuttin my dog up for me and the bruh’s
I got some good smack tying my backpack
Hit it wit superman turn it to fudge
I’m feeling Shiesty I just put his mans in Durk
So tell em to get it in blood
I’m uncle Elroy Des rappers dae dae I swear these niggas my lil bitty boys
Wen I got locced up it’s was for robbery went bacc to school den Dey gave me a board
You got me fucced thinkin bout robbing me
Up With that drake make him mission abort
I got into it wen we play the basketball I was the first to take *** off the court
I’m on da bloc main I feel like Marc gasol I was just plotting on robbin the source
I lay em down make em count to a thousand he move he gone die before he make a choice
Look in his I can tell he a *** main I kno he didn’t hop of the porch he was force
