Exotic Smoke

You know we blow exotic smoke and we blow exotic dope
I got bad bitches on my phone
I got bad hoes on my phone
How could i not just go turn up some more?
Run up dem knots til' my pockets on swole
I beat up the pussy no rocky balboa
Damn she gotta arch i’m not talking bout' noah
Car push to start so that engine gone roar, I
Gave her my heart cause that girl she was loyal
Know they gone' watch i came up from the soil
Foreign lil' shorty she covered in oil
She get want she want, yeah that neck make me spoil her
I was down bad but i got it in order
Won’t sign no deals where the fuck is my lawyer?
I’m in the hills with a cup full of oil
We count up fr then go count up so more
Racks in my hands i got racks on the floor
You rat on yo mans you went out like a hoe
Back to the trap, take you back to the stove
Back to the bando, like back to bowl
You stuck in the matrix you don’t even know
How could you cap u in love with the hoe
Don’t cap in my raps this nonfiction fasho
Switch up the flow, but don’t switch on the code
That’s really fucked up that you mf told
They gave you a price for your soul, it was sold
Not overnight i came up on my own
I took a flight out the country alone
These niggas country they don’t get my songs
It fuck with my cautiousness i did you so wrong
Freaky lil bitch she do tricks with her tongue
I’m with some apes and gorillas like kong
She get the d then I tell her so long
Balmain my jeans with the racks and they long
He scheming on me but them shooters on call
Basic lil nigga still shop at the mall
Ran up these racks ana i stack up tall
You know we blow exotic smoke and we blow exotic dope
I got bad bitches on my phone
I got bad hoes on my phone