[Chorus: smokedope2016]
Smoking good gas, bitch I know you smell us
Two pounds in the back, I'm with Shaggy smoking hella (Woah)
Straight dope, racks up, applying pressure
Oh yeah, with Lil' Fitted sipping on some Stella (Yeah yeah)
When that pack land, shit from 'Ghanistan
Opium poppy flower bitch I get it on demand
I got strips of acid in a letter
Cripped up in my sweater
Who you know can do it better
Smokedope, bitch I make her wetter

[Verse 1: smokedope2016]
Telegrams, but I don't sell no grams
Used to rock a G-SHOCK, now I'm walking with 100 bands
100,000 fans, dripped in Burberry
In yo' PayPal bitch, yeah I'm punching like I'm Mike Perry

[Chorus: smokedope2016]
Smoking good gas, bitch I know you smell us
Two pounds in the back, I'm with Shaggy smoking hella (Woah)
Straight dopе, racks up, applying pressure
Oh yeah, with Lil' Fittеd sipping on some Stella (Yeah yeah)
When that pack land, shit from 'Ghanistan
Opium poppy flower bitch I get it on demand
I got strips of acid in a letter
Cripped up in my sweater
Who you know can do it better
Smokedope, bitch I make her wetter
[Verse 2: Shaggy]
I'm with smokedope, just hit a collateral
Like ADHD, juggin' scripts of Adderall
And I don't wanna talk, baby I just wanna ball
I got what you need, like, just give me a call, yuh
Like hit the nose [?], like I cannot at all
He can't break bread he fake, yeah, you can't have him around
I be steady going up, while y'all steady going down
When I'm high in the whip, I can't hear a sound, like
Yeah, sniff another perky now I'm rolling
Damn, I flipped a pack, I made money off these doses
I was born for this shit, yeah this life I chose it
I can't trust nobody, because everyone is bogus, like
Off the molly, I be zoning, how you up with no motion?
Had my trust, but he broke it, milligrams up in the potion
Been up for some days, like I been dosing
To be honest I want solace, got no emotions I'm soulless
I need help but, I ain't finna ask for none
This weight up on my shoulders, I can't lie, it really weighs a ton
I made a banger, yeah, I just killed a beat for fun
Spending late nights thinking 'bout what I've done, yeah

[Chorus: smokedope2016]
Smoking good gas, bitch I know you smell us
Two pounds in the back, I'm with Shaggy smoking hella (Woah)
Straight dope, racks up, applying pressure
Oh yeah, with Lil' Fitted sipping on some Stella (Yeah yeah)
When that pack land, shit from 'Ghanistan
Opium poppy flower bitch I get it on demand
I got strips of acid in a letter
Cripped up in my sweater
Who you know can do it better
Smokedope, bitch I make her wetter
[Outro]
What, Oh, Oh I really know, I really do