Smoka lyrics
by 21 Savage
[Intro: King Laylow]
Laflex!!..... Skrt Skrt.....Yeah
[Hook: King Laylow]
Baby girl imma smoka, lay you down then I stroke ya, 45 no holster, riding in a Range Rover, came down from Magnolia damn I meant to say Georgia, whip the work like a motor, f*ck n*gga I don't know ya (x2)
[Verse 1: King Laylow]
Backwoods got me feeling good, 4 grams in a swisher sweet, blowing all this money hella fast could've sworn I was Big Meech, and my shawty got a Georgia peach, she let me stuff a couple grams in it, if a n*gga talking crazy catch him lacking had to put a couple rounds in him, I be smoking on that Amsterdam, hot boxing in the uber van damn I meant to say Range Rover, all this weed hard to stay sober, bad b*tch imma lay her down then next imma stroke her, in the kitchen with the pots and pans tryna whip a new rover, took some twins on a double date fingered one f*cked the other face, imma savage cause I gotta have it promethazine pills and the passion, crack a seal then po' away ak for a throw away, baby girl imma smoka but you knew that from the get away
[Hook: King Laylow]
Baby girl imma smoka, lay you down then I stroke ya, 45 no holster, riding in a Range Rover, came down from Magnolia damn I meant to say Georgia, whip the work like a motor, f*ck n*gga I don't know ya (x2)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
f*ck n*gga I don't know ya, chopper hanging off my shoulder, b*tch I'm smoking on kush n*ggas like what the f*ck is that odor, I'm whipping up work, I see your b*tch she gone flirt, I'm sipping on syrup somebody pass me a perc, I just went and bought a vert put your favorite rapper on a shirt, I told that b*tch that I was in a rush, she gone let me hit her through the skirt, I just hit her then I skrt, n*ggas lame Steve Urk, we ain't smoking on no purp, moon rock moon rock 2 Glock 2 Glock, and I got them 30's in em', we don't hang around them n*ggas, we too busy counting digits, on the percs got me itching, and my trigger finger itching, got the 30 Scottie Pippen, and you know a n*gga pimping
[Hook: King Laylow]
Baby girl imma smoka, lay you down then I stroke ya, 45 no holster, riding in a Range Rover, came down from Magnolia damn I meant to say Georgia, whip the work like a motor, f*ck n*gga I don't know ya (x2)