Still Smokin'

Thrax pack, stuff it to the max in a backwood

Who the plug bring fifty piece, pull up, tell him cash good

He try to tax we gon' pull a jack, don't give it back to him

Hollering, he want to smoke, pour gasoline and put a match to him

Opps get me high and the murder rate keep rising

Switches when we slide like this whip got hydraulics

Run 'em down, let that shawty bounce on a bitch

Twist a hole, zip up, we put so many rounds in that bitch

Still smokin'

Put that boy in a grabba leaf

Still smokin'

Roll up a opp in a backwood

Still smokin'

Put a opp in a paper if I'm feelin' sophisticated

Still smokin' opp

Pull up on a bitch let it rain quick that's a speed dial

And have the spirts so it heat out, now his spirt a weed cloud

Big ass toaster roast 'em since he spoke up on that later

That yoppa broke him out shape, could only smoke him in a paper

Drop so many rounds off in the whip until the engine lock

Red beam on the glock trigger, finger itchin', it got chicken pox

Bitch here got some kick, so when I hit it make me diddy bop

My AR just had surgery, this bitch got titties now

Thrax pack, stuff it to the max in a backwood

Who the plug bring fifty piece, pull up, tell him cash good

He try to tax we gone pull a jack, don't give it back to him

Hollering, he want to smoke, pour gasoline and put a match to him

Opps get me high and the murder rate keep rising

Switches when we slide like this whip got hydraulics

Run 'em down, let that shawty bounce on a bitch

Twist a hole, zip up, we put so many rounds in that bitch

Still smokin'

Enough about smokin' on these dead ass ****

Still smokin'

Let's take a moment to tell 'em about the love of my life and how we met

Still smokin'

Still smokin'

First time inhaling you I was 'bout eleven

Couldn't really handle you, was an amateur rollin' up reggie

Upgrated to purple, bought a seven, I fell for you like confetti

Just put me on papers, had to fake your love, so I started smokin' synthetic

Shawty you know you're top shelf

I'm with you to the end like an outro

Treat these hoes like lows, they for the street that's the outdoor

Throwing them bows like Ludacris

And that dress you tryin' to catch my transport to legit

Bae had some pressure, packs on it, see about

I was in her birthplace, she took me to the weed mountain

Took her to the hotel and cut on the shower had to seen cloudy

Put the towel by the door on the bathroom floor, won't let you leave out it

Then I heard a boom-boom-boom

Who the fuck is that? I ain't expectin' no company

Know the clerk got a hotel, ain't call twelve and tell 'em come for me

I know they can smell your scent, 'cause you poke me as a bitch

Won't open the door and give up my dope, I'ma keep smokin' in this bitch

Hello, sorry to bother you, Sir

But could you please come to the door?

It reeks of marihuana, we smell it way down the hallway

Could you please open up?

Suck my dick, bitch

Fuck you

Big fatass backwoods in your face

Still smokin'

Still smokin'