BlocBoy JB Feat. EST Gee - Smoke

Lyrics

Load me up, IV
Tay Keith, this too hard

I'm back in my bag, they stealin' my swag
But this the original flow (Flow)
If I see a opp, then I'm peelin' his bow (Woah)
Fuck a fourth of that lean, pour a pint on his toe (Word)
Now, who want the smoke? Yeah (Word)
I-I want the smoke
Fuck all that talkin', lets meet at yo' door (The door)
I'm pita roll mafia, Big BabyLoc (Yeah, yeah, yeah, crip)
And I got tiny Locs (Crip)
And I fuck with the folks and I fuck with the joes
And I fuck with the Bloods (My blatts)
My bitch keep a strap, I ain't fuckin with studs (Studs)
Just fucked a bitch but I told her it's love (Huh, huh)
I was so down, I looked up seent the sidewalk (Sidewalk)
Me and my brothers, we played in the mud (That's on my mama)
I'm feeling offset, I might just bust down a Carti' (Carti')
So bitch, if it's up then it's stuck (Bust down, stuck)
What you gon' do when you up in the combat
Bullets start hitting the back of yo' truck (Truck)
My throwaway was a XD compact
9 lemon squeeze was the one that I bust (Grrah)
He want the beef, put him up in a lunch pack (Lunch pack)
I ain't smokin' opps, they was killed out of love (Facts)
I'm gettin' high lil' baby, that's a fun fact (Gas, gas)
But marijuana is my only drug

I'm off a ex lap, tryna give a dirt nap
Came from a Perc', yeah, must been a dud (Yeah)
I'm tryna bump on this beef, I like contact
Niggas was scared to come out where we was
Hollow tips hit him, explode on contact
Rip him up, quickest way get him a buzz (Bow, bow, bow)
He don't drop videos 'cause he too broke to go buy him some clothes
That nigga a bum
AR flip a car, rip through the motor (Grr, grr)
It sound like explosives, a bunch of alarms
I got a switch on a 9 with a drum
It's so fast, you braggin', no way he can run (He runnin')
I don't feel sympathy, turn to a memory
Cuttin' my dog up for me and the bruhs
I got some good smack, tie in my backpack
Hit it with Superman, turn it to fudge

I'm feelin' sheisty, I just put his mans in the dirt
So tell him to get it in blood (Grr, blood)
I'm Uncle Elroy, these rappers Day-Day
I swear these niggas my little bitty boys (Sons)
When I got locked up, it was for robbery
I went to back school and they gave me a board (A board)
You got me fucked up, thinking 'bout robbin' me
Up with the Drac', make him mission abort (Abort)
I got into it when we played the basketball
I was the first to take shit off the court (Word)
I'm on the block, man, I feel like I'm Marc Gasol
I was just plotting on robbin' the source (Source)
I lay him down, make him count to a thousand
He move, he gon' die before he make a choice (Yeah, yeah, yeah, a move)
Look in his eyes, I can tell he a bitch, man
I know he didn't hop off the porch, he was forced