​radios n angel hoes ​smokeout (Ft. Xoly)

[Verse 1: Smokeout]
Ice in my cup, no sleep, got to stay up
Yes, it's a scam, but he still gon' pay up
Get robbed, bitch, and I told him that straight up
All them stories he was telling, they was made up
Got too leaned out, now they telling me to wake up
No time to be sad, go get your cake up
Dispo in the bag brand new, like to see that
All them tabs in the Tele, I'ma need that
Got red in my cup, when I hit, you gon' bleed that
Look down at the curb 'cause I'm gon' make you eat that
Sixteen years old with this money, try to beat that
I ain't trying to talk, little bro, where the weed at?
And I'm not innocent, but the lawyer told me plead that
I'm playing tic tac toe with all of my pills
Why the fuck you trying to flex but you don't pay bills?
Hotbox with the bugs, now I'm racking up kills
Always get the plug right, so he throwing good deals
At the peak of my trip and my body got chills
Why this geek repping drugs but he don't rip seals?
Don't need a trap house, middle man got wheels
All these drugs in my youth and I hope my brain heals

[Verse 2: Xoly]
Hacks on my phone, take you to a different world, bitch
I'm better off alone, I don't even need a girl
And I make that bitch twirl, she wants nuts just like a squirrel
Bitch, I'm fucking swirling, chop him up just like a surgeon
I got her heart turning, want my money real long
I don't want to answer your call, I'd rather be on my own
Bitch, I just want Sosa, all y'all niggas be alones
I just want to pour up, all y'all niggas fucking garbage