Lyrics:
Eddie Ho, Eddie Ho
Bitch I got red eyes, smoke until I'm numb, till I can feel my heart
Pain in my soul, can't go I bet I'm thinking how I die
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
(woo)
My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye (shine)
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by (whoa)
Put the birds in my
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
Put that Green light on em slide on em gun him down
He was talking smoke so he gone get it right now
This choppa hold 50 when i shoot it lights out
Straight to the top
Just like Uzi vert
Make the whip do the jerk
When I switch it into first
Switching time zones
Doing donuts in reverse
Smoke got my eyes
wig get split on some third-eye shit
Started blazing and stargazing
See how you can reach your farthest aspirations
It's like holy matrimony in
Uh look
I got Prada on my eyes
I smell like YSL
Aye Noah what up man
From the cross roads to the high roads
Let's get it
Tell these MF's they doomed
nutty, picnic basket
Not short of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck
Like
your Neck with Precision, Shooter
Yeah Nigga, I'm just doing what I must
Yeah Nigga, I'm just moving how I want
4th Quarter Kyrie Irving with
know my life
I know your Momma nigga, send my love
In case I never get a chance to speak again
I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib
on a white T
I'ma write in cursive like Kyrie Irving
Pastel pink on the color of the curtains
Prada on the surface of the purses
But I'ma disappear if
'em twerk no skirt
More work less flirt
Smoke just like a shadow off the gas like Cherk
Imma slap this verse
Eyes they on me I love and hate this curse
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin' winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out
die
And I'm a overachiever I ain't just tryna get by
She think I'm shy cause ion talk much in a text I be dry
But I ain't timid I'm just tryna make this
Yo, Smoke, man
I'm, so I'm in my community, man
Shinin' and glistenin' if you will
And this dude rolls up with the utmost disrespect
Then he kept
causin' a mess, I'm runnin' it up, but no flex
These niggas be lurkin', I'm ballin' on them Kyrie Irving
I see in your eyes, yeah you hurtin' and all of you
cash
I'm gettin' cash, and I get it fast
If he runnin', he get switched like he fast
That nigga be talkin', I jet in the past
I swear to God, put a rat
how the fuck you take your own (Life)
Tomorrow ain't promised so if I don't make it there
I kept it solid as fuck no cap in there
Pipe the fuck up at my
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Need to get high, need to get high
Smoke's Risin, and its fillin your lungs, baby
You gotta take it all in till we lose control
that we excited bout' (excite bout')
Me and my haters we eye to eye (eye to eye)
So when i land in your city just know I'm looking for a ride or die
nothing we got good at
Listen to all these people talk
Frenzied wild eyes, nose dipped in chalk they found some truth
And went and stuck it on repeat
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