Smoke Out - BBG Baby Joe, Go Grizz

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Tired as a motherfucker

Go Grizz

Shit, I can’t wait for that smoke out in the morning

Winners Circle

We gon' call this bitch the smoke out

We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse

Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few

Got all my niggas with me, they tryna see what they can do

Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you

And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that’s for Boo

I’m stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo

And we gon' pull up flexin', throwin' fours in the coupe

I wake up early, brush my teeth, and roll a Backwood

We throw a party every Saturday so it’s all good

Three and D up in the front room and they full of mud

Three he say he got two ready to pull up and they know what up

Shit, he say he got four, they all sisters too

The main thing they kept on sayin' was they could keep a secret too

Tell an Uber to scoop 'em up if they can’t get to us

Laughin' and jokin', tryna see which one we finna cut

Pour 'em a cup of that Henn' and watch it turn 'em up

We got rubbers in the closet, ain’t no slippin' up

And we got Plan B’s in the closet if that rubber bust

Ain’t got no time to argue, that is not my child, son

We gon' call this bitch the smoke out

We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse

Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few

Got all my niggas with me, they tryna see what they can do

Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you

And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that’s for Boo

I’m stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo

And we gon' pull up flexin', throwin' fours in the coupe

Bitch, I’m loaded, sippin' on some potion

Purple in the air and you know they can’t control it

Sippin' when I’m loaded, clutchin' when I’m loaded

Mind full of evil thoughts, keys on me back in the salt

Coupes when we passin' y’all, forties make your body fall

Memories of everybody smokin' trees

Boo on a white tee, Fred passin' me the cup

Load up but quick to bust, tryna knock you off that truck

Shit, Ken got him one, she raw as a bitch

And DeeDee just pulled her friend so you know they the shit

Tyler and the Jizzle pulled up with 'bout six of them hoes

And we still flexin' on you niggas, steady throwin' them fours, gang

We gon' call this bitch the smoke out

We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse

Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few

Got all my niggas with me, they tryna see what they can do

Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you

And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that’s for Boo

I’m stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo

And we gon' pull up flexin' throwin' fours in the coupe