Smoke Dawg
[verse]
Crusin down tha highway, with like 20 thou on me
Smokin out tha pound, you smell tha loud on me
Buffs on my face, spent 3 thou for em
Pull off in tha scat, doin donuts, clouds rollin

Dolces on my feet, probably cost your rent or something
I just copped some purple jeans, like 6 pairs or something
Kenzo on tha tee, thats a light 2 hundred
My belt say b-b, thats another 5 hundred

Lookin like a dope boi, but you would never kno it
Tha bois pull me over, trynna ask me where im goin
Said im headin to tha stu, man im just your local rapper
They tried to check tha whip, they ain't find shit but tha hammer

But that shit was in my name
So they had to let me skate
Thought they was finna find sum drugs
But im ahead of they game…
Get back to tha boldt, have my bro get to trappin
Playin with my daughter while im wrapping up a package
3 or 4 bows, i just sent em through tha mail
They gon touch down in tha A, and my bro gon make some sales

I really live tha life, that these rappers talk about
I use to woulda hit your house, like fast food, in and out
Really use to buss them scripts, gettin wok in a drought
Sellin P’s since 14, man i took a different route

I was really sellin white, just to take care of my baby
But, when my plug went down, thats when shit became real mainy
I was strugglin, broke, my baby momma hate my guts
I was damn near robbin anybody, scammin for my funds

But them was petty scams, them shits wasn't enough
I really got up on my shit, and checked 10 out tha stuff
Got back ta trappin... selling phones and shipping packs
Everybody notice me, now i think im gettin back

Couple people envy me, cut em off, now i dont talk about it
Shit crazy wen someone who call you brother, try to take you out this
We was spose ta be together on this mission chillin in them houses
But you ain't wanna do tha work, how you blame me for you pouting

Had to stop recording this, just to go and buss a knock
These fiends been gettin serious, tha fent bigger then rock
Shoot it up or smoke it, or pop it, or just sniff it
They on some different shit, but its runnin in my dividends
Tha plug just hit my line, said we need to switch or moves
This shit gettin hot, you need to stay in tha stu
But i still gotta provide, so im still makin moves
My momma say she worry bout me, so she check tha local news

I just pressed some xanny bars in to some M-30s
Tha fiends said they ain't hittin right, that i did em dirty
I still got my money, and they still comin back
What i tell your ass, this shit bigger than crack

10 thou in crypto, thats a little invesment
Do whatever for tha cheese, thats tha way i was bread bitch
My momma took me on tha road with her, since i was seven
Seen what tha P’s could do early, money was my new best friend


[outro 2x]
Ima big dog you a pup
Servin dog food in tha cut
Call me smoke dog im tha one
I take care you like my son

If you lookin for your funds
Bitch come get it back in blood
I been ridin with tha pump
Dont make me put you in tha trunk