Letra Smoke G Herbo

Smoke

Uh, ayy (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
Ain't no weed rolled up over there?
Damn, one more time
Ain't no weed rolled up back there?
Fuck, hand me that cup
Uh (Ayy, Wondo, you made this beatà Dang),?yeah

My?lil'?nigga's itchin', he?gon' take on?all missions
Better not play the field, pussy, I'ma have my dawgs sick 'em
Shoot it out with the whole city, all fifties, all Glizzies
Pop out wearin' black masks, we know most of y'all witnesses
War between some young niggas, likely to involve bitches
Next thing, got a wall for the deceased, room full of our pictures
Feds wanna catch a nigga bad, know they all wishin' (Whatà?)
I'm gettin' rich, so suck a nigga dick, I know that y'all listening
Chains on me all glistening (Uh), blur a bitch vision (Ayy)
Difference is you in that five-sixty (I'm in that six-fifty)
I'm ballin' out, but just like Ja Morant, you didn't pick me, bitch grizzly
Thought I lost it, but I really didn't, big frisbee (Uh)
Started on the block, now I'm worldwide
Nigga, I been trendin' before verified (I been trendin' before verified)
When I saw a murder, I wasn't terrified (I wasn't terrified)
Stuck up in this shit like I'm paralyzed (Like I'm paralyzed)
Gangsters gon' unite, one day our day arrives (Our day arrives)
Thankful for my life, I pray I stay alive (I pray I stay alive)
Movin' like the man 'cause I got bread now (I got bread now)
I can't let the fame get to my head now (Uh, uh-uh)
Thousand dollar cash, mil' skully's on my head now (Ayy, ayy)
But niggas I was thuggin' with, gettin' money with, they dead now
Pain in me, keep the flames with me, nigga blackout, just see red, I
Wised up, might contradict myself on shit I said
I be trying to slow up like, "Herbo, nigga, use your head"
Got a bodyguard, but nigga be really dependin' on that lead
Nigga not no reptile, nothing but tears and bloodshed
Nigga not erectile, but I keep one up in the head (Keep one up)
Niggas fucked up in the head, you get one up in your head
Feel like I'm one up in my head, niggas like, "What's up in your head?"
Oh, that's just tough luck 'cause he scared? Niggas gettin' tucked up in they bed
Oh, you a killer? Why you ain't slayed? What's them face tats and them dreads? (Whatà?)
You a pussy boy (Pussy), go on hits, but you keep missing
You a rookie, or (Rookie) hollows poppin' through your skin
Like some cooking oil (Like some cookin' oil), he ain't really with the sin
He a pussy boy (He a pussy), go and let the smokers in
We been looking for it (Smoke)