Ohh, cigarette smoke

Vibe unreal you'll try but won’t feel
Vibe unreal those types might just kill
Vibe unreal llora me un rio
Kdizzle, packed glizzy inside his backpack
Rain drizzles on fifty's im gon make it back
Gon act like a bitch might as well go do drag
Jansport no Givenchy im keeping my bag
Hundreds and fiftys all cuz of my flow
Big talk in the city im done with these hoes
Man who the fuck is he cuz fuck I don't know
They talking on ciggy big talk bigger pole
Might just make em strip down, bills out, kicked down, dicks out run it up, dance bitch
You gon make me act like im somebody im not
But uh then again you ain’t even know mе like that bitch
Thought I lost feeling for real
But this bitch right herе for real make me feel right
This shit right here might just kill but shit if I die
At least im gon feel nice
Room full of fog run for your life
If you want leave alive
Fuck with my dawgs fuck with my guys
You might for real die
Got a hoe she a tweaker but she nice with the throat
All she knows what the speaker bout me cries nothing more
Home decor's mostly needless
Mattress all on the floor
Ima go, ain't shit real so ima kick it at home
Riding with strapped up suburban kids
Back in my ends they smoke Percocet
She want new drip want a Birkin bag
Im gon need neck and a broken bed
Riding with strapped up suburban kids
Back in my ends they smoke Percocet
She want new drip want a Birkin bag
Im gon need neck and her broken back
Im zonin i won't give her dick tonight
Eyes closing my physical eyes alive
Im zonin i won't give her dick tonight
Eyes closing my physical eyes alive, oh
Vibe unreal, you'll try but won't feel