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Andy Ayaz - Smoke Lyrics

[Hook]
Show her how to do it, show her how to use it
Ridin’ with Lil Uzi, ridin’ with the Uzi
Gotit keep a toolie, don’t fuck with groupies
Bitch, you a groupie, go ‘head and move it
Pop tryna test me, so I had to prove it
You shoot the chopper basic, Tyler Perry movie
Aiming for your head, nigga fuck a vest
Yeah whe grab a TEC, sig on that
Yeah you best bet, best to play dead
2018, HoodBaby making racks
Poured up a four, now I’m trippin’ off the red
LV Virgil silk sheets on the bed
We can be whatever, B Slime up next
Nothing like the rest, you ain’t bout a check
I’m king slime, baguettes on the chest
Yeah we like to flex, yeah we like to flex
Bitch you a rat, make a ho’ upset
Smoke (phew-phew), smoke (phew-phew)
We want smoke, I want smoke

[Verse]
They workin‘ at In-N-Out
Diamonds hitting hard, no standing out
Ain’t shootin’ from the car, I’ll hand it out
Draco with a drum, I bet I’ll clear it out
I be gettin’ money, let me say it louder
Running out the check, like my name was Russ
Saint Laurent folded up, all black goggles
Just because my name I made that bitch swallow
She doing anything just for a dollar
Hit it from the front, grab her neck, make her holla
Do it with one hand [?]
Deep in the AMG, lookin’ like a char
Boy you a star, was rappin’ like the Carters
Balling too hard, real hard, Vince Carter
Yeah he wrote a statement, he should’ve been an author
These niggas burnt, go send ‘em to the doctor
Phew, phew
[Verse 2]
Look Amiri jeans and the shirt match the Bentley
Trapping in my Nikes all night, got creases
Copped a lot of cars, but I don’t got lenses
Boy you ain’t right, I’ma live to my richest
Blicky hit him up, he ain’t peaceful like a reccess
And I got cheese, want a slice of the pizza
Two tone, tuck your lil boy at home
Yeah, yeah he gone
HoodBaby walkin‘ with them trollers
What type of cheese, provolone
Fuck a cypher, comin’ off the dome
Lotta air shots, yeah, comin’ at your throat
And I send that money to the fours not them Rolls
All they ass want is a motherfucking phone

[Hook]
Show her how to do it, show her how to use it
Ridin’ with Lil Uzi, ridin’ with the Uzi
Gotit keep a toolie, don’t fuck with groupies
Bitch, you a groupie, go ‘head and move it
Pop tryna test me, so I had to prove it
You shoot the chopper basic, Tyler Perry movie
Aiming for your head, nigga fuck a vest
Yeah whe grab a TEC, sig on that
Yeah you best bet, best to play dead
2018, HoodBaby making racks
Poured up a four, now I’m trippin’ off the red
LV Virgil silk sheets on the bed
We can be whatever, B Slime up next
Nothing like the rest, you ain’t bout a check
I’m king slime, baguettes on the chest
Yeah we like to flex, yeah we like to flex
Bitch you a rat, make a ho’ upset
Smoke (phew-phew), smoke (phew-phew)
We want smoke, I want smoke