Smoke, Drank lyrics

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
A long ride to the west
M.O.B. across my chest
Lord, please don't let me rest
Why these n*ggas wanna test?
n*gga, please give me strength
One time, I don't got friends
Ride this sh*t to the end
Can't lose, man, I got to win
Juvenile, so I keep 2 Glocks
Flockaveli, I'm that Damu, oc
Light-skinned, tats, gold dreadlocks
n*ggas playing cops like Matlock
Aim on point with his scope and his beam
Spray it at your head like oil sheen
Leave a n*gga dead, eyes rolled back
Bow! Bow! Bow! n*gga, hold that
b*tch, I’m from the Grove
Where n*ggas have a hand, they get on the stove
Some pop pills, some take it up the nose
Where n*ggas f*cking hoes at thirteen
Living street life, f*ck a hoop dream
Brick Squad. that’s my home team

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
[Verse 2: Mac Mouse]
Middle finger to the Feds
M.O.B. tatted on my leg
A couple n*ggas wanna see me dead
Act like D-Bo, get Craig'ed
pus*y n*ggas heard what the f*ck I said
Room service, too, I'll make your bed
Bury your body in a backyard shed
Make a n*gga whole body shake, no dreads
n*ggas don't really want to roll with the kid
I got more connects than a highway bridge
Flow been cold, stored in a fridge
A lot of n*ggas talking about what they should have did
Called them n*ggas squares like a motherf*cking grid
I'm on my grown man like a n*gga had a kid
Got to ball on you n*ggas like I'm playing for the Knicks
Hit them with a shotgun, I call that sh*t the Clips
I ain't worried about the cops, I'm too legit
I got to put money over every single b*tch
Mouse in the hood, trapping for that cheese
Balling 'cause I hustle like I'm playing overseas
I was raised in the streets, me and my pistol
Moving these pounds on my bicycle
I'm so official, I earned my stripes
b*tches on my di*k like a parasite
I make her tap out like the cane's spiked
Then I smoke and drink all f*cking night
[Chorus: Mac Mouse]
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, n*gga

[Interlude: Mac Mouse & Kebo Gotti]
Waka, what it do, cuz?
I'm f*cking with you, n*gga, the long way
Let's get this money
Brick Squad in the building
Squad up, squad up, squad up

[Verse 3: Kebo Gotti]
See, I’ma smoke 'til I can't smoke no more, then drink 'til I can't drink no more
Plant a money seed and my tree grow
Stand up tall 'til it can’t no more
Try me if you want, I swear to God, I'll split your cantaloupe
My chopper fully loaded, I'ma squeeze on you 'til there ain't no more
I run real C like OG and them
Run with the B like Flocka and them
Green flag, that's my partner, them
Hit Squad, man, there's a lot of them
You get an Oscar, slim, for acting gangsta
A boss to him, better get your rank up
Real Money, been had our bank up
In the club, buying bottles just to pour the drink up
Who is this n*gga trying to act like me?
Swear he getting money, bounce back like me
And every hood, every block count stacks like me
Fully loaded Glock, stay strapped like me
n*gga, you a nobody of Kebo Gotti
Mr. I Got It, all about a n*gga's profit
Flocka with a tool, would've been done got him
Been done hit him, been done shot him
Been done offed him, then laugh about it
While I'm blowing on kush straight from Cali
Irene sh*t, straight out the valley
I'ma duct tape sh*t and I ain't talking alley
Flying in the bird and I ain't talking falcon
Plead the fifth every time they ask me
Disappear just like it's magic
Then reappear, lights, camera, action
[Chorus: Kebo Gotti]
I smoke, drink, smoke, drink
I smoke, drink, smoke, drink
I smoke, drink, smoke, drink
I smoke, drink, smoke, drink

[Outro: Kebo Gotti]
Flocka, Gotti
Cuz, I see you, n*gga
All the way on the west coast, n*gga
Back on the east coast, n*gga
Y'all know how we do it, man
Hit Squad, Brick Squad, n*gga
I'm [?] out
Gone