SmOkE ThAt ft. GWALA & JUCIY J Lyrics

Matter of fact, matter of fact..

That is my shit

You're like Santana, aren't you

Now I'm just strollin' through my valley, smokin' on a pound of Cali

Whole lot of bands on me, that's a pep rally

Got a flip phone and some skills, plus I can rap a bill

If a nigga overcharge me, boogie man gon' kick your door

We got pounds on the floor, white bitches love to hit my door

Got flavors like Baskin-Robbins in a trap, we be standin' mobbin

All I see is green, bitch, I'm a goblin

Don't play with me, that's 100 problems

Ruga 9 on my waist, bitch, that's my problem solver

Wild love, yeah, we know

Ain't no C-No be on that gas go

Smokin' Astro, I mean Pluto

Dance like K.O., I mean knockout

From 632, I run your block down

4142, they know the blockhound

Least for everybody, they know how I get down

50 G's when I hit 1-5th

15, they knew a nigga one sweet

I make a sweet, hard ball cleats

Steppin' on feet, don't get y'all shit beat

Lil' Jalen on his feet

They went up like me, I was up 50 G's

Ayy, high feet, beep, beep

No street, just straight street

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