Smoke On

You know you’re over the hood (yeah)

No one will help you

I know you’re sad (aha)

There’s no hope

Smoke on Back to getting money and back to bitches cars

Grabbing broads, pull over right here by this mall

I fuck you right here on this bar

She laugh like

I’m playin’

I took her to the room where

I was stayin’

Told her I could tell you’ve got a little man

But you ain’t got no plans

I just wanna fuck you out your pants

Try some so

I can watch you dance

She held me by the hand

I could really tell she was a fan ‘cause she kept telling me

Dom, do it again (again?)

I don’t even have to sneak it in

She told me next time we’ll meet up with a friend

I say who and when?

Grab my iPhone and got my brim

The worst sorta sounded like

Kim I was like ‘

Kim?’ Already her she wore me down

And it’s nothing like getting new girls

Well, that’s unless you’re hitting 2 girls

Smoke on Rhymes to lord, perhaps one day

I might win awards

I’m pinning for that type of shit that’s what the fuck we in it for

More than what you bargain for and then some more

A worthy cause, never watched an episode of

Jersey Shore

Furthermore,

I’ll be with some hits on some dodger shit

Taking Al

Capone’s old sweater like

Mr. Roger did

And I ain’t even in it to floss,

I’d rather be a boss

Kick my feet up on the decks, lighting up cigars

Look, I’m tryna get my golf game under paw

Smother balls over and over y’all, like

Sean Lamont

Get my 80’s on flight, paid in full

Dom tell the man damn was that shit until we made it cool

He run a new school so

I cupped him a bottle

Always in the streets hustlin’, fuckin’ with models

Gone in the wind like

I’m in Chicago

Nigga elva terrano,

LA wherever

I go Hook:

Every day a different girl they say my will fly

I’m on that

Kalis weed so

I stay high

It ain’t no limits to the sky

I’m the truth, there’s no lie

I’m drinking on a cup of lean

I don’t count it,

I use a money machine

My team was watch the issue

So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush

Smoke on Mom’s named

Marvelous

Good wonderful bring with most artist get nigga in

RW This ain’t no gang sign homie, it’s a

W And raps where

I made my head at

Crime, polish by pretty pristine

From Panama, 24 but looks 19 with no panties on

Cowards not allowed on my team, it’s like nothing’s wrong

In and out of every boutique, all credit cards

Bartender,

I don’t drink

Gone several months bottles for all of the girls that’s gon swerve with us

Titties out, top floor swiss but still not sure

If they saw me on

TV but that twat saw

I’m about my next

CD, my next world tour

To purchase an impeccable

V with lambo doors

I am not Rambo nigga but still a soldier

A fortune at the balcony burnin’ at the built mall

Hook: Every day a different girl they say my will fly

I’m on that

Kalis weed so

I stay high

It ain’t no limits to the sky

I’m the truth, there’s no lie

I’m drinking on a cup of lean

I don’t count it,

I use a money machine

My team was watch the issue

So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush

Smoke on, smoke on..