[Intro]
Uh, smoke, smoke
Kid Smoke, ay, ay
[Chorus]
Stacking them bands
And know ambien money go hand in hand
They say they coming for me
Tell them boys they don't stand a chance
I heard her fuck sweeter than cinnamon
All up in my bucks, man
I don't give a fuck, out here chasing them M&M's
Stacking them bands
And know ambien money go hand in hand
They say they coming for me
Tell them boys they don't stand a chance
I heard her fuck sweeter than cinnamon
All up in my bucks, man
I don't give a fuck, out here chasing them M&M's
[Verse 1: Kid Smoke]
I hit her back, [?] said "Ay yo, Kid Smoke, I got us a hit, man"
Okay cool, I'ma come through and kill that shit just like a hitman
I swear that one day I'ma make it, with God as my witness
Moving weight like it's fitness, I flip shit just like a gymnast
Rude boy, your crew [?] calling Mejo Wiggins
Steady talking from a distance
'Cause if they ran up, they'd be missing
I got bars like a life sentence
I got two blunts, two pills, I might split it
Got a couple trap spots I won't mention
I don't need a hand out, I go get it
And every time I make the shit, I go spend it
Drop a couple bands to please my women
Probably take her to the islands just to go swimming, ay
Man, why they talk about the shit that they won't do?
Yeah, they talk tough
But let's see what happen when they come through
Kid Smoke
Uh, smoke, smoke
Kid Smoke, ay, ay
[Chorus]
Stacking them bands
And know ambien money go hand in hand
They say they coming for me
Tell them boys they don't stand a chance
I heard her fuck sweeter than cinnamon
All up in my bucks, man
I don't give a fuck, out here chasing them M&M's
Stacking them bands
And know ambien money go hand in hand
They say they coming for me
Tell them boys they don't stand a chance
I heard her fuck sweeter than cinnamon
All up in my bucks, man
I don't give a fuck, out here chasing them M&M's
[Verse 1: Kid Smoke]
I hit her back, [?] said "Ay yo, Kid Smoke, I got us a hit, man"
Okay cool, I'ma come through and kill that shit just like a hitman
I swear that one day I'ma make it, with God as my witness
Moving weight like it's fitness, I flip shit just like a gymnast
Rude boy, your crew [?] calling Mejo Wiggins
Steady talking from a distance
'Cause if they ran up, they'd be missing
I got bars like a life sentence
I got two blunts, two pills, I might split it
Got a couple trap spots I won't mention
I don't need a hand out, I go get it
And every time I make the shit, I go spend it
Drop a couple bands to please my women
Probably take her to the islands just to go swimming, ay
Man, why they talk about the shit that they won't do?
Yeah, they talk tough
But let's see what happen when they come through
Kid Smoke
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