Lightshow Smoke Clouds Lyrics

[Intro]
Killed the scene yeah
Yeah yeah
Light
Oh nah

[Hook]
Killed the scene yeah, Nigga spleen yeah
I'm addicted to the green like nicotine yeah
Take the clean yeah, remix the clean yeah
She miss them late nights, I miss that mean yeah
I go to work yeah, like a machine yeah
Work through smoke clouds, vacating clean air
Got what you need yeah, for a fee yeah
She do anything yeah, for a G yeah

[Verse 1]
I got rich nigga habits so I gotta work, put my all in this music shit it gotta work
You can barely call my phone and I'm not at work, whole hood eatin' new shit drop bro got it first
That check if I converse, yeah I'm gone need that
Of course I came in strapped but ain't on that bro where that weed at, real nigga I bleed that
Believe that believe it, can't say to much more but you can take that or leave it
She wan go to islands go topless go sleeveless, she wan come back stylin' from shopping at neimans
I wan pull up wildin' getting top in a BM, less its the police then don't stop when you see 'em
White girl like ya pop told her hop in the DM, Black girl in the car drop the top cop a DM
I just pray my opps choppas chop when I see 'em, hungry for that gwuap like a shark when you feed 'em

[Hook]
Killed the scene yeah, Nigga spleen yeah
I'm addicted to the green like nicotine yeah
Take the clean yeah, remix the clean yeah She miss them late nights, I miss that mean yeah
I go to work yeah, like a machine yeah
Work through smoke clouds, vacating clean air
Got what you need yeah, for a fee yeah
She do anything yeah, for a G yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm from 'round where, it go down yeah
Type of place your momma told you don't go down there, ate of the ground there
Pitched off the mound there, but can't be bound there
Duckin' clowns yeah, duckin' 12 yeah
Since like 12 yeah, or somewhere on that west coast tryn' send like 12 air
Nah I don't live there, just send my mail there
Can't send no trail there, just send them bales
I just might go buy my bitch some, I treat her well
We just on fire like we lit some, hope she can tell
I told her I'm gonna get some, she hope chanel
My old bitch don't hold on chanel bags, she holdin' L's
But, we put points up from that bench bend that scale
We got ninas for the lame, NFL
Pockets full of number greens and that kale
Plus a 4-5 with the beam this shit real

[Hook]
Killed the scene yeah, Nigga spleen yeah
I'm addicted to the green like nicotine yeah
Take the clean yeah, remix the clean yeah
She miss them late nights, I miss that mean yeah
I go to work yeah, like a machine yeah
Work through smoke clouds, vacating clean air
Got what you need yeah, for a fee yeah
She do anything yeah, for a G yeah