Free Smoke (feat. Big Scarr)

Twist y'all niggas up Ayy, tell 'em how we livin', thug Chorus: Hotboy Wes Out on bond with a cut in my overalls Overalls If you hear me say Crip, that's a soldier call Crip You just mad 'cause we never gon' notice y'all Notice y'all Never thought I'd be rich with a Rollie, dawg Rollie on Keep it real with the gang, that's just protocol Protocol Might just re-up and go knock a Rover off Rover off Keep a Glock, that bitch knockin' your shoulder off Shoulder off Hit his crew, alley oop, that's an over-cross Ayy Verse 1: Hotboy Wes Wanted a car, so I bought her a Masi' Masi' All about action, I'm all about profit Know that I'm active, they know that I'm 'bout it Get it All about fashion and only deposits Don't need a mask to hop out when I pop it They like the swag on my ass, so they copy Copy Turn up on them others, throw back me a molly Molly My dawg in the pen', hope they let him up out it He trap everyday 'cause it's fetish narcotic He wrote me a letter, he told me he loved me Just keep me some metal and step on they collar Eye for an eye, bitch, it's death or a dollar Off top Used to be broke, now I step in designer Crip Crip what I rep, I put that on my mama Most of these niggas can't step in the bottom Big facts Put you to rest if you rip on my partner Big facts Shoot for his neck, take his breath with the chopper Boom Up with the TEC, now go fetch him a doctor Then after that, we gon' stretch his lil' partner Verse 2: Big Scarr No, I can't tell the truth to your honor Uh-uh Told my bitch dye her hair blonde like Madonna Just like Madonna I'm chasin' these Ms like I'm Ronald McDonald Just like I'm Ronald My youngins, they hop out with sticks like a plumber Just like a plumber Reapers with me, yeah, they ready for drama They ready for drama Go with your move, better think 'bout the karma Woah, woah I'm stackin' this cheese like a pan of lasagna Pan of lasagna Lil' mama thick, see her ass through her romper Woah, woah Percs in the head got me ready to rumble I'm ready to rumble Hit from the back, then I pulled out her bundle Bundle, woah If I hit it first night, then she can't get my number She can't get my number So Icy Gang make it cold in the summer Make it cold in the summer I know they want me gone, so I move like Obama I move like Obama, woah Water on me, yeah, I'm strapped with that thunder Drip, splash Can't trip 'bout a bitch, fell in love with the commas Fell in love with the commas In the trap, I do numbers, just go ask my mama Just go ask my mama Straight from the bottom, I came from the jungle Straight out the jungle Before the Hellcat, used to ride in the Honda Woah This what you get when you stay down and humble Woah, woah Don't get it confused, bitch, I'll still put you under I'll still put you under Big dogs around me, I don't hang with no runners I don't hang with no runners Chorus: Hotboy Wes & Big Scarr Out on bond with a cut in my overalls Cut in my overalls If you hear me say Crip, that's a soldier call You know that the C involved You just mad 'cause we never gon' notice y'all We never gon' notice y'all Never thought I'd be rich with a Rollie, dawg Rich with a Rollie on Keep it real with the gang, that's just protocol That's just protocol Might just re-up and go knock a Rover off A Rover off Keep a Glock, that bitch knockin' your shoulder off Knockin' your shoulder off Hit his crew, alley oop, that's an over-cross You know they gon' over-cross Outro: Big Scarr Let's go Woah Woah, woah, let's go So Icy So Icy Gang