Smoking & Thinking

(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)

I'm like two for three tonight

(DJ Bandz, oh, man)

I'm different

Me, I'ma grow up a dog

Go through Securus, I slow up the call

Off two Addies, I tore up the 'Hawk

Rapper friends, they pull up and all

Killers and witness, they show up and all

Wish you was here to go pull up and talk

All of your jewelry gon' go in the vault

The barber snitched, no talkin' to ahk

You sneakin' and giggin' until you get caught

The niggas you praise, they really be soft

The Voice, I'ma just give you the sauce

Loyalty somethin' can never be bought

I miss you, wish your murder was false

Christian, really seen niggas get crossed

I seen niggas turn shit to a boss

Suck dick smokin', it's turnin' me off

Three hundred a show, Ethereum bought

Pussy, that's a serious fault

Tootsie's, I'm in this bitch with my dawgs

Lookin', nigga be pissin' me off

I done fucked two or three strippers in stalls

Trenches, stickin' my dick through the draws

Spendin', DThang was hittin' the mall

Bitches, Von was fuckin' 'em all

Ain't talked to my sister, I give her a call

I was in jail, I stare at the wall

Duckin' the DA, the feds, and all

I went through your statement, I read it all

I done gave my last, y'all, why I miss your last call?

I was left for dead, y'all, know them niggas dead wrong

I'm just smokin', thinkin' to myself, damn, I need y'all

I'm just smokin', ridin' by myself, damn, I need y'all

I'm just smokin', I'm just—

I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my—, need

I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my kids, man, I need y'all

I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life like damn, I'm T'd, y'all

I'm just smokin', why y'all let him die? I can't believe y'all

I'm just smokin', I'm just ridin', smokin'

I could sell a show out, no promotion, just go ask promoters

I got two, three felonies, I feel bogus, I can't get down with votin'

Why this nigga askin' me to take time? I wanted to stab the lawyer

I was in prison fuckin' a lady guard, I couldn't get down with lotion

Big mouth, always talkin' shit, that bitch got halitosis

Fentanyl, takin' all them Percs, them niggas overdosin'

Lil' bro ran off with a Glock and weed, that lil' boy know he bogus

I come from the bottom, smokin' top notch, you know I'm chokin'

I'm just smokin', thinkin' to myself, damn, I need y'all

I'm just smokin', ridin' by myself, damn, I need y'all

I'm just smokin', I'm just—

I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my—, need

I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my kids, man, I need y'all

I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life like damn, I'm T'd, y'all

I'm just smokin', why y'all let him die? I can't believe y'all

I'm just smokin', I'm just ridin', smokin'