Lyrics: Ryler Smith
Music: m-al
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Got this from the plug in Japan
Not from oaxaca
Got fans in osaka
Need me that katsu curry when I land
I did a couple of shows with my band
You jumped on a bandwagon
Swear you niggas is corny
Feel sorry you jumped on a trend
Guess that wasn't part of the plan
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke someone lil bitch
Get the cash
Get the mula
I aint a gangster, shit
But some would say I met some shooters
Her butt bigger than a subaru
She throw it back like a hula hoop
It takes two to dance tango good
Body scent like sandal wood
Rest in peace Toriyama
Got the key like Genkidama
They hunt the money like Osama
Drive circles, Gymkhana
I come from Kenya, Obama
Slice the meat like Parma
Heat it up like Sauna
Shawty wet
Always
In front like a Toyota
We in sync like a 90s group
Find the loop
Wipe over brush
Niggas dust
Off my shoulder
Ps2 take controller
I play no games
I'm older
Check the car
Like Skoda
Pull the chopper out
It go
Cra-cra-cra-cra
Cra-cra-cra-cra