Big Smoke

Yo, let's see what the fuck this shit sound like Hmm, it's the big stone, I do this shit every time Y'all know what it is Bitch call me big stone, I blow the biggest dope All this shit come off my dome, these niggas think it's wrote I told them do not hit my phone if ain't bout getting pros My baby girl wanna leave my home cause I keep getting blow It's 33 inside this bitch, I got my stick on She ask me where you bout to go cause you got drip on I'm bout to link up with them bad guys in six fours It's more than 20 poles, block hot like Crisco Bitch I get pros, that's why I sip slow I'm in the whip, I'm on that tip grabbing her lips though A nigga bet not flinch, I'm quickly off my hip bro The 762's hit his ribs and made him hip roll We got big poles, fold you like a flip phone The opps don't wanna link up with us, they some big hoes Man I switch flows, just like I switch clothes These niggas ain't chewing on shit, not even chips though For real, look I run me up a bag everyday, do it for my fam You broke as fuck, you call a plug to try to get a gram You the type to give your social to me then I ham you I'm the type to say a didn't go through that shit got canceled I told her that I can change her life cause I got bands boo She said you could spend a night but really I didn't plan to I call her my lil' panda cause she eat the wood like bamboo I'm running through this work, I feel like Rallo but not Famgoon Hit the gas station, need some bicks and some cups You don't pull up on bitches cause they picking you up It's a deuce and two perks in this pop, mix it up Whenever you see YSG its sticks in the cut Bitch T me up, bitch T me up Drop it down to the floor, pick that shit up I got a fifth of Patron, pouring cups for the tucks Twerking on her handstand with her feet on the trunk Huh, if you don't see me with these niggas then they hated I change my situations, that's why I keep medicated I came in the house later than I do when I'm sedated My baby hate it, she say I'ma talk to your ass later I told her you don't worry about a thing cause you my favorite I love your fragrance, I eat on that pussy for the flavor I seen the cape in the closet, I guess you captain save em I put my paper in the closet, the shoebox is my savings Bitch call me big stone, I blow the biggest dope All this shit come off my dome, these niggas think it's wrote I told them do not hit my phone if ain't bout getting pros My baby girl wanna leave my home cause I keep getting blow It's 33 inside this bitch, I got my stick on She ask me where you bout to go cause you got drip on I'm bout to link up with them bad guys in six fours It's more than 20 poles, block hot like Crisco Bitch I get pros, that's why I sip slow I'm in the whip, I'm on that tip grabbing her lips though A nigga bet not flinch, I'm quickly off my hip bro The 762's hit his ribs and made him hip roll We got big poles, fold you like a flip phone The opps don't wanna link up with us, they some big hoes Man I switch flows, just like I switch clothes These niggas ain't chewing on shit, not even chips though.