[Hook: Dimzy]
Them man don't want smoke
Them man ain't got no poles
Them man ain't got no hoes
Them man ain't got no o's
Them man ain't hitting that trap
They on Youtube acting like hoes
Skeng in the four door truck
Everybody in black clothes
Them man don't want smoke
Them man ain't got no poles
Them man ain't got no hoes
Them man ain't got no o's
Them man ain't hitting that trap
They on Youtube acting like hoes
Skeng in the four door truck
Everybody in black clothes
[Verse 1: Dimzy]
Just link bro, 25 in his pole
No time for a ho, I'm sitting in the trap tryna make it all go
I ain't gotta whiz, I'm still on my ten toes
Cutting through the city in cabs
I done so much trips for this dough
Gun hot like a stove
Cause these shooters, they cold
I'll do it and run off my knife work is sweet
I'll shave man bold
Feds tryna stop me but ain't tryna stop I'm tryna go go go
Mad nights in the trap and I'm smelling kinda mad but I do it for the dough
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
Put your hands on my bro I'mma up that pole leave smoke coming out of your clothes
Free C Rose that's bro
They got him locked in the cell, I can't wait till he's home
I can't never go back broke, I'll take a mans ox and sell it in o's
Girls used to call me Q, now they call me brown and peng
My niggas said, do this music shit and we'll fire off all these skengs
Them man don't want smoke
Them man ain't got no poles
Them man ain't got no hoes
Them man ain't got no o's
Them man ain't hitting that trap
They on Youtube acting like hoes
Skeng in the four door truck
Everybody in black clothes
Them man don't want smoke
Them man ain't got no poles
Them man ain't got no hoes
Them man ain't got no o's
Them man ain't hitting that trap
They on Youtube acting like hoes
Skeng in the four door truck
Everybody in black clothes
[Verse 1: Dimzy]
Just link bro, 25 in his pole
No time for a ho, I'm sitting in the trap tryna make it all go
I ain't gotta whiz, I'm still on my ten toes
Cutting through the city in cabs
I done so much trips for this dough
Gun hot like a stove
Cause these shooters, they cold
I'll do it and run off my knife work is sweet
I'll shave man bold
Feds tryna stop me but ain't tryna stop I'm tryna go go go
Mad nights in the trap and I'm smelling kinda mad but I do it for the dough
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
Put your hands on my bro I'mma up that pole leave smoke coming out of your clothes
Free C Rose that's bro
They got him locked in the cell, I can't wait till he's home
I can't never go back broke, I'll take a mans ox and sell it in o's
Girls used to call me Q, now they call me brown and peng
My niggas said, do this music shit and we'll fire off all these skengs
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