[Intro: Boss Krizzy]
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all (Yeah), smoke it all (One take)
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all

[Verse 1: Boss Krizzy]
N***as think I'm Swisher sweet, Kush cologne, I think I reek
Smoke it all, yeah, you know me, Kreed Da Don, I'm oso fly
On that loud, it got me high, so high, I could touch the sky
Trappin' every day and night 'cause you know I live that life
Man, it's crazy in these streets, I keep my head, stay on my feet
Young Boss 'til the death of me, I got it tatted on my sleeve (Ink)
This the fly Young Bossin' music, show you how young bosses do it
Keep on talkin' crazy, they gon' have to make it coffin music
On these beats, my mind, I lose it, Kreed Da Don be goin' stupid
Only 'cause broski told mе, "Get 'em," so I had to do it
I be smokin' on good reefеr, rollin' up like Wiz Khalifa
Ridin' my old-school, got them speakers, got X pills just for the geekers
YB, yeah, them be my peoples, on the top, we undefeated
Chi-Town, yeah, I represent it, a bunch of young n***as on their business
You can get lost or you can get with it, Young Boss is the way I'm livin'
'Cause I'm out here, gotta get 'em, on these beats, it's time to kill 'em

[Chorus: FBG Brick]
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all (Smoke 'til my fingers, man)
Smoke it all, smoke it all (Kill n***as 'til they dead)
Smoke it all (Shoot him down), smoke it all
[Verse 2: FBG Brick & FBG Duck]
I smoke 'em all (I smoke 'em all), bitch, I fuckin' ball (I ball)
Them n***as bench ridin' (They ridin'), they never touched the ball (A ball?)
My n***as pullin' hits (Hits) and yellin', "Fuck the law" (CPDK)
My bitches un-safe sex (Why?), they [?] them bitches raw (Raw)
My ass be fly as fuck (Fly) 'cause my paper long (Long)
These n***as hatin' on me (Hatin' on me), what the fuck is wrong? (Let me know)
My guys assassinatin' (Assassinatin'), gon' get a n***a gone (Boom)
They have you hibernatin', you never leave your home (Pussy)
You chillin' in the crib (The crib), I'm out here in the field (The field)
I'm hidin' in your bushes (Your bushes), oh, boy, this shit is real (It's been real)
N***as is gettin' killed and never seen again
I'm on some solo shit (Some solo shit) 'cause I don't fuck with friends (At all)
I'm on some Romo shit (What's that?), throw bullets at your mans (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
You better run, boy (Run, boy), this shit is not pretend (Nah)
I pull up in that van (That van), my n***as on your land (Your land)
And we gon' smoke 'em all (Bah, bah) and jump back in that van (Skrrt)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all (Smoke it all)
Smoke it all, smoke it all (Bitch, I fuckin' ball)
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all (Fly Boy Gang), smoke it all
[Verse 3: FBG Duck]
Okay, now you know me, I smoke it all 'til I cannot see a thing (Unh-uh)
Jaro City, Tookaville (Bitch), bitch, that's the fuckin' team
You steady sendin' threats to me (For what?), bitch, you ain't gon' do a fuckin' thing (At all)
Nick'll make you Bird Walk, that chopper make you Shoulder Lean (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
You can call me sire, bitch, 'cause you know I'm the fuckin' king (I am)
Why the fuck you mad for? Just watch me do my fuckin' thing
Everything my favorite color, money green, weed green
All I smoke is loud, so I don't see them seed things (What's those?)
Disrespect the G, bitch, you know you done messed up (Messed up)
Gun'll leave him red like he swimmin' in some ketchup (Ooh)
Gotta be safe, so you know I keep that TEC tucked (Bah)
Who gon' be my next victim? Go ahead, step up (Just step up)
All I know is money, so you know I'm on a paper chase (Paper chase)
My rubberbands got a gun (It do?) just to keep my paper safe (Brrat)
You can do that talkin' shit (Talkin' shit), I ain't got nothin' to say (I don't)
You drop a L, we slidin' through (Pid), but we ain't on no rollerskates (L's)

[Chorus: Blocks]
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all (Blocks)
Smoke it all, smoke it all (Shout out number three)
Smoke it all, smoke it all (FBG, yeah)
Smoke it all, smoke it all (I'm goin' in on another one)
Smoke it all, smoke it all (Shout out Money Gang, man)
Smoke it all, smoke it all (Yeah, Reese G, H-Blocks)
Smoke it all, smoke it all ("Word of the Streets" comin' soon)
[Verse 4: Blocks]
If you ain't smokin' loud, then I ain't smokin' either (Nope)
Everybody know me, I keep a fuckin' heater (Bang)
Loud pack shawty, I be Kushin' my face (Ahahaha)
And the shit that I'm smokin', it come from out of state, uh (Africa)
Rollin' off that Bob Marley, dreads swingin' everywhere
Rude boy shotta (Get money), n***a, I'll pop ya (Bitch)
Send a couple shots at your body, you need a doctor (Bang, bang, bang)
Beam on the .40, it's easy for me to spot ya (I got 'em)
Bitch, let's go to war, let's go to war like Spartan (What you waitin' on?)
My goons in the field and we all got Carbons (We strapped)
N***as talkin' over the tracks, but got a star dick (What the fuck?)
Sneak dissin' n***as, we get it crackin' regardless (They haters)
We'll throw a n***a in the trash like garbage (Mistreat 'em)
I'm mean with my aim, you bitches is so flawless (I got his head)
Bitch, I stay with my brother just like Marlon (Lucci)
I'm eatin' real good, you other n***as is starvin' (Yeah), Blocks

[Chorus]
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all
Smoke it all, smoke it all