[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Thirty-inch lace, so I sat on his face
I'm from the Loc's, I could tell you how the top feel
Quater mil' on a new crib, red bottoms on blue heels
Pop bottles like New Years
If he tight I'll rob him (Rob him), if he sweet I'ma gobble him (Gobble him)
If he rich I'll slob him (Slob him), if he broke I'ma dodge him (Dodge him)
Ain't no room for the flaugin' (Flaugin')
He wanna fuck without his rubber on
Cuban link but its color gone, so you know a bitch never wrong
You a broke ass fuck n***a, period
And it ain't shit you can tell me, I ain't hearin' it

[Chorus: JT]
Bitch, I want smoke, let's clear the air
My bitches on go and we'll get there
Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair
Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah

[Chorus: JT]
Bitch, I want smoke, let's clear the air
My bitches on go and we'll get there
Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair
Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah

[Verse 2: JT]
Let's clear the air, ain't shit sweet (Period)
Can't fuck me, suck me, or touch me, 'less ends meet (Where the bag at?)
I been savage, been lettin' n***as have it
Take all a n***a got and disappear like magic (Boy bye)
I couldn't tell if he's was Haitian or Jamaican
But that n***a paper long, so I had my n***as waitin'
Took the money on vacation, on an island Venezuela
Magaritas with my bitches, livin' life, Caucasian
I give a fuck about no ho
Who fell off but still want smoke, now thats a low blow
Yung Miami, that's my dawg too, we on a roll
City Girls all year, y'all hoes know
[Chorus: JT]
Bitch, I want smoke, let's clear the air
My bitches on go and we'll get there
Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair
Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah

[Chorus: JT]
Bitch, I want smoke, let's clear the air
My bitches on go and we'll get there
Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair
Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah