Smoke (ft. Valee)

Damn, backwood smoke got a nigga float, huh

Ayy, thanks, foe

You know what I'm sayin', foe? I say

Backwood smoke make a nigga float (Woo, float-float)

Good trash talk get a nigga smoked (Woo, smoked-smoked-smoked)

I bought my first gun with an extendo (Woo, yeah, extendo)

You'll be fucked up if I let it go (Woo, go-go)

Yeah, I keep it tucked like a cell phone (Woo, cell phone), like a cell phone (Woo, cell phone)

Heard you need them bales, ho (Woo, ayy), hit my cell phone (Woo, ayy)

I'm too high to FaceTime (Woo, time), fuck my cell phone (Woo, ayy)

All I do is waste time (Woo-woo), on my cell phone (Woo-woo)

Your bitch all on my line (Woo, line), yeah, my cell phone (Woo, phone)

I travel through her mind (Woo, mind), via cell phone (Woo, phone)

Niggas threatenin' my life (Woo, life), via cell phone (Woo, phone)

That ain't beef, ho (Woo, ho), you look like a vegan, ho (Woo, ho)

Fuck her, we don't speak no more, don't go to church, can't preach no more

I put a ring around her throat so that lil' slut don't leave no more

I can't sip no lean no more, still gon' sip some lean some more

Mix it with that Perky and that Henny, I'm unconscious

Backwood smoke make a nigga float (Woo, float-float)

Good trash talk get a nigga smoked (Woo, smoked-smoked-smoked)

I bought my first gun with an extendo (Woo, yeah, extendo)

You'll be fucked up if I let it go (Woo, go-go)

Yeah, I keep it tucked like a cell phone (Woo, cell phone), like a cell phone (Woo, cell phone)

Heard you need them bales, ho (Woo, ayy), hit my cell phone (Woo, ayy)

I'm too high to FaceTime (Woo, time), fuck my cell phone (Woo, ayy)

All I do is waste time (Woo-woo), on my cell phone (Woo-woo)

I ride Forgiatos, them stop and go's

Hermès joggers, two thousand year olds

That ain't your two door, you got it off Turo (Yeah)

My Latino bitch cook cinnamon churros (Yeah)

My marble floors glossy, it look like a mural (What else?)

My spot automated, I talk to Alexa (What else?)

Not really a foreign if it is a Lexus

Got a brunette, she go to Loyola

Toyota pickup, a Tacoma model

I one way to New York to rub on a model

I had a bitch spawn like John Leguizamo

Got art on my wall, but not by Picasso

Two custom pieces I got from Art Basel

I travel, no luggage, I'm savin' the hassle

I eat at Spondivits, that shit like White Castle

Got rips in my Balmains, I lock up the racks in 'em (I got the-)

Backwood smoke make a nigga float (Woo, float-float)

Good trash talk get a nigga smoked (Woo, smoked-smoked-smoked)

I bought my first gun with an extendo (Woo, yeah, extendo)

You'll be fucked up if I let it go (Woo, go-go)

Yeah, I keep it tucked like a cell phone (Woo, cell phone), like a cell phone (Woo, cell phone)

Heard you need them bales, ho (Woo, ayy), hit my cell phone (Woo, ayy)

I'm too high to FaceTime (Woo, time), fuck my cell phone (Woo, ayy)

All I do is waste time (Woo-woo), on my cell phone (Woo-woo)