Mist - Smokey lyrics

[Verse 1] Late night cruising on a graft Smoking on the lemon or the am Rolling in the pa**enger cause I'm on a ban Not long left now, new whip soon land Superbike daily cause I can Beamer try chase me, yeah it's mad kinda aggy lost the chase on the path I'm weighing up the math, ain't worth the jail, are you daft? Said it ain't worth the jail, are you daft? It's getting more active on the night life, oner in the thirty lane hashtag bike life Apnas and kalas, back for you rarse clart Went for a minute now I'm back taking danas Me and shadow in the booth, grip the mic and spit the truth In the trap with trackies on quick the bike and Bali on Man want beef rude boy bring your strally don You want beef rude boy bring your strally don Cuh' man will get greezy if we have to Three sweets left, slap one might save two I'm faded off the goose, the high grade too (x2) Bare f**ery, bare haters, bare shook youtes, bare fakers Sick made karlas getting paper and now we blowing smokey at a hater [Hook—Shadow] Sick made kalas getting paper we ain't worried about no haters we just out here getting paper (x4) [Verse 2] Games getting deep, it's got me thinking telepathic sh** got messy can't say too graphic No French Montana when I tell 'em don't panic Couple apnas kalas cause damage Stepped in the whip I strapped ammy, looked to the sky panoramic hashtag jam it Frowning in the pa**enger hashtag slam it black max brannin black max brannin Stepped out aim to the sky buss a strap out here conspiring off banks yeah we in the trap Traps so fast you getting lapped Out here floating like a tap yet you're moving like a cat Plus we got traps for the rats, slide through your ends all black Slide in the click click clap Yeah I'm moving Andy on the map [Outro] Sick made kala getting paper (x5)