Chief Keef ft. Lil Duke - Smoked Lyrics

Yeah
Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats)
Gang, gang

Fuck all that talkin', we want all that smoke
Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch
Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know
Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never asked for no handout
Nigga tried me and it's man down
Put that shit on and I stand out
Put bones in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I fuck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball out like the clan
Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'

Rollin' the green at the red light
A blunt of the dope, get my head right
A cup of that drank got my head straight
Get rid of the work, now it's dead weight
You see me flown up in this Tonka
I get that check then I'm bouncin'
All of this green that I'm countin'
Way more than I got for allowance
Nigga, you better pay homage
Nigga, you better pay something
We gon' pull up with them drones
OG all up in my lungs

Fuck all that talkin', we want all that smoke
Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch
Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know
Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never asked for no handout
Nigga tried me and it's man down
Put that shit on and I stand out
Put bones in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I fuck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball out like the clan
Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'

I sit back and roll out the gas
I thinkin' I left in my past
All of them niggas got blasted
We used to run on the masses
Ballin', I never had shit
Got it out the mud, bitch I'm a savage
Bitches, they chasin' them diamonds, they harassing
Every time I'm the booth, it's a classic
I had to get on my shit
Came from the trenches, I'm tryna get rich
From city to city, now everything lit
St. Laurent's on, I came with a trench
Fuck is you talkin' about, fuck all that insta shit
Young niggas, I'm going, they gon' go out the room
Thirty-one round, get hit with an SU clip

Fuck all that talkin', we want all that smoke
Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch
Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know
Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never asked for no handout
Nigga tried me and it's man down
Put that shit on and I stand out
Put bones in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I fuck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball out like the clan
Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'

Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'
I fuck with Sosa, my man
Yeah, gang gang, gang gang