100 Years in the Duffle Smoke DZA (Ft. Jayy Grams, Nym Lo & Slayter)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Really
Turn me up some
Turn the music up
Yeah
[?]
Uh

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Narcotics, whole lotta heat like Dragić
I'm in the streets like for real, you blog it
I put a bag on your head like a hostage
Got it (Uh), hate a grown man that gossip (Uh)
Give 'em my old swag, they gon' jock it
I left that in 2012 with foamposites
Put the Bugatti frames on my eyelids (Woo)
Playa nigga, no polish (Woo)
Her box is mean, no mileage
She'll hold it down in my knowledge (Uh)
Real ones move in silence
Lucid dreams, back with my [?]
[?] G from the pilot
His TP, owe me a solid
[Scoop?] my young joints from a college
Hеr and her girlfriend lit (And her girlfriеnd lit), I let 'em both split the pole
I told you bad luck don't exist (Bad luck don't exist)
I made enough off the flip (Uh)
You got fucked off the bricks (Uh)
Off point chasin' pussy (Really)
Nigga, I stuck hush the bitch
Power of the flower (Uh)
Value of the dollar
Loyalty kept me in situations
Common sense she took me out of
My cousin made a mill off Arizona
Back in the 90s Chucks was Eddie Bauer
I'm talkin' pre-9/11, before the planes hit the towers