BlocBoy JB - Smoke lyrics

[Intro] Tay Keith this too hard [Verse 1: BlocBoy JB] I'm back in my bag, they stealin' my swag But this the original flow If I see a opp, then I'm peelin' his bow fu*k a fourth of that lean, pour a pint on his toe Now, who want the smoke? I-I want the smoke fu*k all that talkin', lets meet at yo' door I'm pita roll mafia big baby loc And I got tiny locs And I fu*k with the folks and I fu*k with the joes And I fu*k with the Bloods My b*tch keep a strap, I ain't fu*kin with studs Just fu*ked a b*tch but I told her its love I was so down, I looked up seent the sidewalk Me and my brothers we played in the mud I'm feeling offset, I might just bust down a Carti' So b*tch if it's up then it's stuck Watchu u gon do when you up in the combat Bullets start hitting the back of yo truck My throwaway was a XD compact 9 lemon squeeze was the one that I bust He want the beef, put him up in a lunch pack I ain't smokin' opps, they was killed out of love I'm gettin' high lil' baby that's a fun fact But marijuana is my only drug [Verse 2: EST Gee] I'm off a ex lap, tryna give a dirt nap Came from a Perc', yeah, must been a dud I'm tryna bump on this beef, I like contact ni**as was scared to come out where we was Hollow tips hit him, explode on contact Rip him up, quickest way get him a buzz He don't drop videos cuz he too broke to go buy him some clothes That ni**a a bum AR flip a car, rip through the motor It sound like explosives, a bunch of alarms I got a switch on a 9 with a drum It's so fast, you bragging 'no way he can run' I don't feel sympathy, turn to a memory Cuttin' my dog up for me and the bruhs I got some good smack, tie in my backpack Hit it with superman, turn it to fudge [Verse 3: BlocBoy JB] I'm feeling sheisty, I just put his mans in the dirt So tell him to get it in blood I'm Uncle Elroy, these rappers Day-Day I swear these ni**as my little bitty boys When I got locked up, it was for robbery I went to back school and they gave me a board You got me fu*ked up, thinking bout robbin me Up with the Drac', make him mission abort I got into it when we played the basketball I was the first to take sh*t off the court I'm on the block, man, I feel like I'm Marc Gasol I was just plotting on robbing the source I lay him down, make him count to a thousand He move, he gon' die before he make a choice Look in his eyes, I can tell he a b*tch, man I know he didn't hop off the porch, he was forced