Smoke 101 Video (MV)

Caught him at the light we slippin' up, this ain't no movie scene
Bumpin' to my music, stupid bitch, she keep her booty clean
Rubble on the double Paw Patrol, we pull up with the team
Everybody lookin' in, this like , who come after me
PJ, a bitch, everybody know that shit
Chance, I'm comin' for your ass, no argument
This bitch gon spit
Shoot the P, I hit his shit
Shoulder twitching, got a kick
Goofy, bitch, think he the shit
Chopper sprayin' at his back
F*ck a glocky and a Smith & Wesson I'm finna grab the mac
Yeah, bitch, now I'm laughin' at your stupid ass
F*ckin' on your hoe, she eat my dick, I hit her from the back
Turn her ass around, she bounce on dick, and then she throw it back
You don't get no pussy, stole your bitch, and then I gave her back
Pass her lil' Beatzy, me and him be hittin' pump fakes
I can't wait to shoot your stupid ass right on your birthday
Keep on actin' shiesty, we gon' wait until your first date
Nah, you can't get no bitches', wait until you see these switches
Beatin' on your hoe, now she post a cooking in my kitchen
Let me catch your ass, up at the store, bitch, I slime you out
I don't give a f*ck, keep it shiesty, I'ma walk you down
Yeah, bitch, I'ma walk you down
I don't give a f*ck about no diss, I'ma talk you out
I just started rappin' all this shit, the night that pop went out
You just kept on dodgin' all this smoke until the clock run out
Caught him at the light, we slippin' up, this ain't no movie scene
Bumpin' to my music, stupid bitch, she keep her booty clean
Rubber on the double, paw patrol, we pull up with the team
Everybody lookin' in this bitch like, who come after me
P.J. a bitch, everybody know that shit walk him down with this Mac 11 , f*ckin' hit his lip
' stupid bitch done broke my heart again
I just beg her, she don't win, never trust a f*ckin' hoe
That's why I don't let 'em in bitch
They say I say the same shit in my songs
That bitch gon' get passed up, if she ain't wearin' thongs
I don't give a f*ck about these rapping , shit, I'm doin' it
Woke up one day, started singin' all this goofy shit
Roxzies in my body, mix it up, with the perc juice
She doin' magic tricks up on the dick, I made her skirt loose
Internet shootin' type of bitch, she just gon' hurt you
Smash your f*ckin' head up on the road, see how this curve do
Rolls Royce, Cullinan, swerve off, let my brothers in
I think I just let f*cking worse , and them troubles in
Fully automatic RPG, ain't no recovery
Pillowcase on his neck, choke him out, we smother him
Bitch, stop actin' f*ckin' hard, you ain't no Shiestanem
Chance, Billy Dawson, all them bitches, we pick fights with them
If you pull up while we f*ckin' shoot, you lose your life with them
Tellin' yo ass right now, that ain't what you wanna do, bitch