Curren$y
Smoke
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, huh, gang
Yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I said, "Who want smoke?" (Smoke, bah), I got that Glock on me (Gang)
Yeah, I’m on the block with a knot on me (Knot on me)
I said, "Who want smoke?" (Smoke, me), you tough or not, homie?
It's all a façade, homie, better talk to God, homie (Talk to God)
Yeah, ayy, and that fire on me (Keep that fire, fah)
Told that bitch, "skate," (Skate), not no figure 8 (Okay)
Made a couple milli', bitch, on some real estate (Ayy, ayy, on some real estate)
Sippin’ Dom Pérignon, eatin' good steak (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And I do a hundred-fifty on the interstate (Ayy, ayy, ayy, interstatе)
That's on God, n***a (That's on God, n***a)
Murder gang, murder mob, n***a (Murder mob, n***a)
Wе the best like Asahd, n***a (Like Asahd, n***a), when I'm scrapin' that damn pot, n***a (Slime, slime)

[Bridge: Curren$y]
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Got a pound in the duffle on my way to the store (On my way to the store)
Write an album in one night, I had your bitch come through
She broke it down in the lounge, broke it off on the boat
She broke it off and [?] tote, and she rolled me a few
Now I'm fresh off my BAPE colab, Benz pullin' out a rental van
My Rolls-Royce parked in front my grass
Next door neighbors mad, I act like I never had
Fuck ’em, I started out with nothing
Now I hop out the muhfucker, leave it runnin’
Walk in the bank, walk out countin' hella money
It’s east side in the town, yeah, I said somethin'
We bring a pound in the section, or we not comin'
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh (Woo), yay, yay
Hundred when I came, 'nother hundred if I’ma stay
I'm still in my ways, hangin' plaques and makin' plays
Duece of the Dre, can't keep a humble face
Skrrt, skrrt in all blue like Smurf, the black kirk
Where we X-men and slide out first
I been off Earth, I been all work, ayy, easy
I ran up the bag good weekly, my teeth like Fiji
The M times M, keep them on repeat
I walk it like I talk it so much that my feet bleed
The cho-, ayy, choppa can't fit in my two seats
N***a, it's groovy (Achoo)