Smoked - Chief Keef

Yeah

Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats)

Gang, gang

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it’s man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I’m sayin'

Rollin' the green at the red light

I’m blowing that dope, get my head right

I coke, but that drank got my head straight

You really the word, now it’s their way

You see me flown up in this time cup

I cut that check then I’m bouncin'

All of this green that I’m countin'

With mula that I got for allowance

Nigga, you better pay homage

Nigga, you better pay something

We gon' pull up with them drones

OG all up in my lungs

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it’s man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I’m sayin'

I sip, I can roll out the gas

I thinkin' I left for my past

All of them niggas got blasters

We used to run on the masses

Ballin', I never had it

Got it out the mud, bitch I’mma serve it

Bitches, they chasin' them diamonds, they harassing

Every time I’m the booth, it’s a classic

I had to get on my shit

Came from the trenches I’m tryna get rich

City, the city, now everything lit

Set them racks on me, I came with a trench

Fuck is you talkin' about, fuck all that insta shit

Young niggas going, they going, they going out the room

30 on round, get hit with an SU clip

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it’s man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I’m sayin'