Smoke Til I Can't - Caskey

We gon' fuck around and get Wiz Khalifa on this bitch

Probably the only one that could keep up

I smoke 'til I can’t, I’m covered in dank

I just left out of California, came to fuck up the bank

And I got the jewelry on me and it’s wet like the paint

And I ain’t claim to be a saint, I think I’m everything they ain’t

I smoke 'til I can’t, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t

Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t

I got the jewelry on me and it’s drippin' in dank

And I just pulled up to the bank, and I ain’t claim to be a saint

I smoke 'til I can’t, yeah, in the kitchen and it’s Taysty

She put so many drugs in the blunt that I nickname her Lacy

And I ain’t out chasin' a high, man, a high finna chase me

I’m blowin' kush like the AC, move too many, man, the plug gotta pace me

Don’t play with my paper, I’m only gon' shop if it’s full

You a bitch and you don’t even do all the shit that you want, hey

I get that bread by the loaf, said I’ma hit up the coast, left and came back in

a ghost

You can’t decide if you love her or not, never had that type debate with the

knots

I got that Glock on my waist while I’m smokin', I ain’t finna box

Yeah, and I got a car full of bops, and I’m ridin' on the opps

And I’m, and I’ma work my lil wrist, give 'em somethin' to watch

Yeah, and I can’t fuck with you if you would fuck with the cops

I smoke 'til I can’t, I’m covered in dank

I just left out of California, came to fuck up the bank

I got the jewelry on me and it’s drippin' in paint

And I ain’t claim to be a saint, and I’m everything they ain’t

I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t

Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t

Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t

Whoa, yeah, yeah

Ayy, Weezy left the family

All I used to bump was Weezy back in the Camry, damn

They don’t see me break a sweat, they never understand me

Yeah, but I got ultimate faith in myself, you a Plan B

I work from LA to Miami, life a beach, shit, I love when it’s sandy

Yeah, and I got too many bitches and y’all busy scramblin'

I go and make me a profit and spend it on gamblin'

I’m in the streets, the music industry shady, whoa

Just did a 180, they talk about me 'cause I signed up with Baby

I got a problem gettin' to the money, I’ma pull up on somebody, tell 'em to pay

me

Get it out the mud, get a thousand pills, clients mad 'cause I ain’t sellin'

'em lately

Lookin' at my wrist, lookin' at my bitch, people really underestimate me

I be myself and let the press debate me, they love me broke, I think it’s best

they hate me

When I hit the strip in Vegas, feelin' like I’m 2Pac, they wanna decimate me

I fuck her and don’t even try, and I still impress her, baby

Whoa, I’m smokin' on broccoli

I go to sleep on top of the money with two girls on top of me

I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t

I just left out of California with a car full of dank

I got the jewelry on me and it’s wet like the paint

And I ain’t claim to be a saint, bitch, I’m everything they ain’t

I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t

Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t

Yeah, yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t

Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t

We preach peace and love and tolerance, but we don’t act on it.

We say that

this world is going to a shithole, but we are the reason why, because we do not

accept others and their differences.

We say we do, but our actions speak a lot

louder than our words