Music Video
Blowing Smoke
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Ebony Oshunrinde
Songwriter
Francis Nguyen Tran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
WondaGurl
Producer
FrancisGotHeat
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aye
It's seven AM in the morning, I been up since three
Fuck it, I'ma keep goin'
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Young Pen Griffey
I go to
I go to bat for my ****
The pun was intended, ****
Wow, look how I'm livin', ****
Angel say, "Watch how you spendin', ****"
Devil say, "Cop a new Bentley, ****"
Might as well, quick as you get it, ****
Made a prediction, ****
Fortune teller, ****
Aye, I got it, yeah, I get it, ****
You a rappin' contradiction, ****
Hunnid racks on a sticker
New whip, and I'm in it with her
Set it off, this a stick up
Tiller came to shake shit up
Shakin' that shit up
Then I go put another check in the bank, ****
Got a lot up on my plate, ****
Grandma need a new estate, ****
You a fraud, you a fake ****
Can't keep up with the pace, ****
Get the fuck up out the race, ****
[Verse 3]
Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
(Pump your brakes, go slow)
(Pump your brakes, go slow)
Just like my shawty, she like it slow, yeah
And just like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they blowin' smoke, yeah
They blowin' smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore
[Verse 4]
Aye, don't let 'em fool you, baby
Gene Snyder, get shifty, ****
Need a lighter for the spliff, ****
I pull up in a street fighter chain, hit a ****
Now that I got your attention, ****
Keep my name off your lips, ****
Hey, just like her, I don't take you serious, ****
No, you can't be serious, ****
You can't be serious, ****
I can't even hear it, ****
Gotta be up on my tier, ****
You ain't nowhere near, ****
Young Tiller don't fear a ****
Aye, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, ****
Know you seen me last year, ****
Ball like Cleveland Cavaliers, ****
Thoroughbred, I'm a winner
D'USSE in my cup, I feel like Jigga
Wins got me hittin' liquor (Faded)
And they got you **** feelin' bitter (You mad)
Bitch, I been a heavy hitter
But you barely makin' plays, ****
Fuck it, let me demonstrate, ****
Home runnin', now I'm safe, ****
Guess I got what it takes, ****
Can't keep up with the pace, ****
Get the fuck up out the race, ****
[Verse 5]
Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
(Pump your brakes, go slow)
(Pump your brakes, go slow)
Just like my shawty, she like it slow, yeah
And just like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they blowin' smoke, yeah
They blowin' smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Written by: Bach NguyenTran, Bryson Tiller, Ebony Oshunrinde
