Free Smoke Lyrics – BHM Pezzy

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[Verse 1]
Young n!gga fu*king with the reaper, how I’m drinking something I don’t see ya
Bring a b!tch Halloween early, I don’t know whether to trick a ho or treat her
I put that blick down and beat ’em
I pray to God that (??)
But I swear to my young n!ggas everyday, “Watch how you move, they’ll take your freedom”
Glocks like a stress ball, we just buy them hoes to squeeze ’em
(??) in their throat, that’s how we feed ’em
ARPs come with that thump-thump like a needle
Slump something for my people, piped up with more lines than a zebra
Know she a freak, I can tell it by her body odor
(??) I’ma do her body over
I know your panties Chanel, I’m still tryna slide ’em over
Put bad s*it in Ricks for nan, I gotta owe ’em
I still see snakes in all my grass, I’m tryna mow ’em
Is this my pillow or your ass I’m laying on?
I done seen ’em thick, but the way you shaped it ain’t normal
I came with seeds from money trees but I ain’t growing ’em

[Chorus]
You get mad and drop a diss, before I reply I drown a fish
In your town or Chinatown, the gang around, we down to blick
Capped and told you we her brothers, don’t be a clown, somebody hitting
Tryna be Captain Save, I swear you’re brave, ’cause these days hoes ain’t nothing to hit

[Verse 2]
Half the time I don’t even want ’em, half the time I don’t even own ’em
B!tch so bad and out my league, I tried to fu*k, couldn’t get a boner
Pezzy might as well sign to Nike, you need a check just to get up on him
(??) on the back of my gun gon’ make one gunshot sound like (??)
(??) look like this ho s*xy, uh
(??) my bankrolls be thick
You gon’ come cry in this Maybach or get a new bae, that’s a risk
That’s my doggies and I’m fighting for ’em, look like Michael Vick
Tried to run, hit his arm from the backside, made his whole body twitch
(??) she forgot her work because I’ll for sure buy the (??)
When I rap they can’t even tell the

[distance/difference?] from me and a brick
When I rap they can’t even tell who harder, I’m going against a (??)

[Chorus]
You get mad and drop a diss, before I reply I drown a fish
In your town or Chinatown, the gang around, we down to blick
Capped and told you we her brothers, don’t be a clown, somebody hitting
Tryna be Captain Save, I swear you’re brave, ’cause these days hoes ain’t nothing to hit