Smoke Session est une chanson en Anglais
Big ass swisher a deuce of the tris
They ain't me but they wish they could do it like this
I'll run outta bread for I trick on a bitch
I'll fuck up ya head before I give ya a kiss (they sleepin)
Zs Zs but I'm blowing Os
cin't No PPP I got it straight off the Bow
(He got the zips for the low)
If you go with yo move then I'm sending you home
I be trying to fw these hoes
but it's too many bitches on too many phones
That's why imma stay on my own
it be me and sum zaza and Nina Lerone
When I wrapped Keshawn in his shit and his ass ran away talm bout leave me alone
Then his ass showed back up 10 niggas deep I was thinking bout upping the chrome
cnd he got his ass beat you can go ask my dad he the one that was chilling at home
I ain't starting no beef I just finished the beef he the one that was picking the bone
I just be by my self what the fuck ban If c nigga just chill by lonely
That's when I grab a swisher leaf and roll up a 35 of all there dead homies
Trillz
You niggas don't know me
20 shot our a 4 door
I'm feeling like Kobe
Pass the stick ima toast em
2 bags in the back I'll let em go for 3 total
Pole reach ima blow him
This big ass .40 gone feel like Boulder
It's gone take off ya shoulder
Hold it down get you a bag if you loyal
I came up from the soil
Fuck do you mean I don't shit about teaching
I tried Carry a Nigga I put em all on a boat and they left me the boat started sinkin
I got the pack now they all turn to Leeches
She'll give that cat up for cbraham Lincoln
This Tris hitting fine what the fuck am I drinking
I be moving to fast fucking up what I'm thinking
These nigga how and they ass need a beating
Heating
Slide on ya shit for no reason
Defense
I had the pack since a teen an
Hell nah ain't never been hacked Whatchu mean
I put this uh in the back of her spine
Trapped out the Honda Wit gas sippin lean
I put her mom and her dad on my team
But I had to get to the bag just me