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"Free Smoke" lyrics Hotboy Wes Lyrics "Free Smoke"
(feat. Big Scarr)

(Twist y'all niggas up)
Ayy, tell 'em how we livin', thug

Out on bond with a cut in my overalls (Overalls)
If you hear me say Crip, that's a soldier call (Crip)
You just mad 'cause we never gon' notice y'all (Notice y'all)
Never thought I'd be rich with a Rollie, dawg (Rollie on)
Keep it real with the gang, that's just protocol (Protocol)
Might just re-up and go knock a Rover off (Rover off)
Keep a Glock, that bitch knockin' your shoulder off (Shoulder off)
Hit his crew, alley oop, that's an over-cross (Ayy)

Wanted a car, so I bought her a Masi' (Masi')
All about action, I'm all about profit
Know that I'm active, they know that I'm 'bout it (Get it)
All about fashion and only deposits
Don't need a mask to hop out when I pop it
They like the swag on my ass, so they copy (Copy)
Turn up on them others, throw back me a molly (Molly)
My dawg in the pen', hope they let him up out it
He trap everyday 'cause it's fetish narcotic
He wrote me a letter, he told me he loved me
Just keep me some metal and step on they collar
Eye for an eye, bitch, it's death or a dollar (Off top)
Used to be broke, now I step in designer (Crip)
Crip what I rep, I put that on my mama
Most of these niggas can't step in the bottom (Big facts)
Put you to rest if you rip on my partner (Big facts)
Shoot for his neck, take his breath with the chopper (Boom)
Up with the TEC, now go fetch him a doctor
Then after that, we gon' stretch his lil' partner

No, I can't tell the truth to your honor (Uh-uh)
Told my bitch dye her hair blonde like Madonna (Just like Madonna)
I'm chasin' these Ms like I'm Ronald McDonald (Just like I'm Ronald)
My youngins, they hop out with sticks like a plumber (Just like a plumber)
Reapers with me, yeah, they ready for drama (They ready for drama)
Go with your move, better think 'bout the karma (Woah, woah)
I'm stackin' this cheese like a pan of lasagna (Pan of lasagna)
Lil' mama thick, see her ass through her romper (Woah, woah)
Percs in the head got me ready to rumble (I'm ready to rumble)
Hit from the back, then I pulled out her bundle (Bundle, woah)
If I hit it first night, then she can't get my number (She can't get my number)
So Icy Gang make it cold in the summer (Make it cold in the summer)
I know they want me gone, so I move like Obama (I move like Obama, woah)
Water on me, yeah, I'm strapped with that thunder (Drip, splash)
Can't trip 'bout a bitch, fell in love with the commas (Fell in love with the commas)
In the trap, I do numbers, just go ask my mama (Just go ask my mama)
Straight from the bottom, I came from the jungle (Straight out the jungle)
Before the Hellcat, used to ride in the Honda (Woah)
This what you get when you stay down and humble (Woah, woah)
Don't get it confused, bitch, I'll still put you under (I'll still put you under)
Big dogs around me, I don't hang with no runners (I don't hang with no runners)

Out on bond with a cut in my overalls (Cut in my overalls)
If you hear me say Crip, that's a soldier call (You know that the C involved)
You just mad 'cause we never gon' notice y'all (We never gon' notice y'all)
Never thought I'd be rich with a Rollie, dawg (Rich with a Rollie on)
Keep it real with the gang, that's just protocol (That's just protocol)
Might just re-up and go knock a Rover off (A Rover off)
Keep a Glock, that bitch knockin' your shoulder off (Knockin' your shoulder off)
Hit his crew, alley oop, that's an over-cross (You know they gon' over-cross)

Let's go
Woah
Woah, woah, let's go
So Icy
So Icy
Gang