Smoke Dolla - Consequences Lyrics

She start goin' through my phone, that she went too far
She said I'm entertainin' bitches like I'm Kevin Hart
I just got a new script, I gotta play my part
She be callin' bitches back, even met at the bar

She think she gettin' off her new nigga from Palmer Park
7.62s a been an, put that car in park
I'm higher than a bitch, I'm blowin' cookie caviar
I'm higher than a bitch, I'm blowin' cookie caviar

Bitch, I made you, why you actin' ungrateful
McDonald's used to slave you, I had to upgrade you
But you still listenin' to Rachel
Like that bitch pay yo cable, she just just tryna f*ck the label

But I'ma mind my business, shit, that's your fault
Listenin' to them silly bitches
Now her feelings hurt, listenin' to that pretty Ricky
Do whatever for the dolla or a pretty penny

And I ain't never gave a f*ck about no pretty bitches
Shit, they still hit my line for the f*ckin' riches
Told them hit Ray Ray line, I'm out of commission
Dog shit got me lookin' like I'm rollin' 60s

Got them racks in the middle where I rip to Nipsey
Don't start calling my phone when you gettin' tipsy
Talkin' bout how you love me and you really miss me
Talkin' bout how you sorry and you miss my kisses

Told that bitch, blow me like a transmission
I ain't really got time for that ass kissin
Ten stacks, blue cheese, do the math, nigga
I had to cut them snakes right up out the grass, nigga

Aye, remember you ain't have no way to work
Tryna borrow a few hundred until the 21st
Saying yo son ain't ate and his stomach hurt
I looked out and you still went and bought a purse

It got me feelin' like I should've hit yo sister first
Nigga cross Dolla Bill, been and got him burnt
Pulled up on dollar bill, they pulled off in a hearse
Two things I don't cap and I don't purp

Yeah, you run off with that pape, now you can't return
Now we gon' run off with yo life and laugh at yo service
We gon' laugh even harder, we did it on purpose
Lookin' down in that casket, nigga, was it worth it

Young nigga hittin' that road, shit, let's ride out
Say them feins, love him better when he down south
Say them feins, love him better when it's a lil' brown
He don't want no local shit, he want it out of town

And his cousin out the way, do we ship him out
I looked him dead in his eyes, nigga, no doubt
I called MelloMail, say he at it his diary, house
Shid, I'm just tryna see what that diary about

Cookie crack, a leave yo ass with a fire mouth
So hot, gotta bring the fire hydrant out
I'm so high, shit, that ladder can't bring me down
I'm too high, Minah got me watchin' Penny Proud

Y'all niggas too broke, JCPenny style
In the kitchen Uncle Nuttie bout 40 pounds
And they keep yellin' out, come help me break down
Cause you the main one talkin' bout a bust down