Smoke Boys – Lyricz lyrics

[Verse 1: Swift]
All these man are just skets
Always linkin' up, you not friends
Stretch that gyal and stretched out her friend
Get gyal wet, she wet up the bed
Hotline bling, I bring the weed in the ends
Ring bling, I fly the pack with no cred
Every day I sin but I been tryin' my best
Slavery team soon get team trades on next
On this ting old-school, man cook his set
Got the longest ting that's a dot dot, look at that length
Man back with things, I know you see me in ends
Strongest ting bust the park, man are like tanks
Big man ting, you some small boys
Couldn't be men
Cotton sticks, I been spazzin on them
Big Wiz in the bin like how we do that again
Gyal call me big Swift cause I probably been up in them

[Verse 2: Littlez]
Man talk like they been about
Never seen em on ends
Percy I might burn an ounce
Them man are smokin' on Benz
Peng peng wanna link up, get her wet wet like the temz
You switching up like a Jezz
I'm gang gang till the end
See them boys on the corner, man are important men
Man'a make gyaldem forward, way from way back when
Too much corn in the corner
Can't get caught with dem
Them man are informers
Too much pork in dem
Man are like "What are you on?"
Tryna get Ps with don
Lifestyle bringin in worm
Your gyal sing a man song
Online beef, that's long
Neeks, man can't respond
Put the ting up in the cling
Gotta feed them cats like Tom
Man touch bro in his tomb
I stay fly like I flew
SB we takin over, go and tell em make room
Gyal wan' make me her groom
Tell her sorry bae it's too soon
Moon rocks, I'm on the moon
I'll be callin back soon

[Verse 3: Deepee]
Awesome man and they're jezzys
Slappers, them man'a should be on tele
They're actors, make a young boy angle you're bezzy
Man'a come round, man's edgy
If you wanna see man
Try rise up some bread while the bros and check, cuh the schedy
Man runnin off, see many
Flex, but you're jewels ain't heavy
When they came back I felt so, good
Cuttin up gave me a semi
We code bros, Ben & Jerry
Man'a rise up the heat on any
We done shellins that's shelly
I had a One Dance with some Henny
I need the keys the keys for brekky
Got dot in the closet, R. Kelly
We done techy tingsdem already
You not a badman, this ain't belly
Them man are funny, Ed, Edd, n Eddy
My bros are the bros at the [?]
I got Os on Os for the gold
But the hoes wanna leave man empty
I squeeze and it move like A-Team
Just [?] a stash it's empty