Hypebeast Lyrics smokedope2016
Yeah (We love smokedope), yeah
Go and Google it, lil’ bitch, I’m really him, I get this money quick (Quick)
Get pistol whipped, I do it in plaid cargos, posted up for a flick
Know I’m instant, they tried to give me time for the hell of it (Fuck)
Gotta run a hundred bands up before I fuckin’ quit, fuckin’ wannabe
I’m spazzin’ out, you can’t do it like me
You don’t really wanna fuckin’ fight me
I get checks like I work for Nike
Got poles with the fuckin’ light green
You still dress like a hypebeast
I’m the shit, you don’t try to wipe me
G-Shock is the fuckin’ tim_piece
You’s a pussy like a fuckin’ siam_se
I can’t lace my shoes, I stay trippin’ out the house, ho (Out the house)
Cut off all the fake friends, peacefully smoke loud, bro (Smokin’ loud)
You can’t get a placement, don’t you DM my phone (Don’t you hit my phone)
I got two phones anyway (Don’t you hit my phone), each for different time zones
Blinded by diamonds, these glisten got cataracts
If I fall off, know I can bring it back
I’m in the trap, in the function with big racks
Wit a big sub, bitch, it’s a Big Mac
[?] blowin’ shit like your mother
I cannot trust you, I cannot trust her
Gotta go undercover, woah-woah
You can’t live this life, you ain’t put in work, you ain’t sacrifice, nah
It can’t change overnight, nah, it won’t change overnight
Yeah, three years ’til I seen the light