Free Smoke Songtext

That bitch try to play me that's a bad rendition
I work out with techs you can call me technician
I'm at these bitches heads just like a beautician
Run up a bag then I flip it
Runnin' your mouth Imma whip out this stick Imma hit it
Bitch this a foreign ain't driving no Civic
These broke n***as mad only
Slide on a n***a like it's first base
Trophy on my neck won first place
Can't trust these n***as I'm prepared for the worst case
Got the work on me like I'm dressed for the work place
I own it don't lease it
Designer no creases
I leave a ho speechless
She eat me to pieces
I go flip a bag and the money increases
I'm coming for mothers and brothers and nieces

Free smoke
Free smoke Free smoke
Free smoke
And that chopper aim at shoulders, knees, toes
Shoot a n***a he ain't lookin' I call it that B-roll
And I always said I'll be the one
Just add some zeroes

I got what you want
Got what you need
Lil' bitch don't gas me up
Just hit the weed
I beat the block up like Donnie on Creed
Came with the work like I offer indeed
Momma told me get the racks and succeed
And I ride with my right hand my slime that's my bleed
To tell you the truth, n***a I got a question
You in the gym everyday but still get hit with this weapon
That .30 like Curry and shoot like it's Stephen
Baptize you in shells come get hit with a blessin'
You don't want smoke
Shit on the scope
Finesse with the white like I'm skiing on snow
Ran off on the plug he just let me elope
Bitch I run the city just like I was the Pope?

Free smoke
Free smoke
Free smoke
Free smoke
And that chopper aim at shoulders, knees, toes
Shoot a n***a he ain't lookin' I call it that B-roll
And I always said I'll be the one
Just add some zeroes