Billi Rivalte - Smokin' Lyrics

Aight check it
I think the neighbors think I'm smoking weed, smoking weed
I think the neighbors think I'm smoking weed, smoking weed
Left hand on my iPhone
Right hand on her thigh tho
Mind all in the gutter nigga
She was down for the combo
Head pronto feeling like Toronto
Cold heart man I'm f*cked up blame a side hoe
But she really ain't surprised tho
And we finna end it all on a high note
Rocking the boat, feeling the smoke, as I choke
No joke, my weed came in on a boat, outside D-Town
I'm selling the most, doing the most, having a toast
My niggas, packing a bowl, back on da troll, back on a roll, packing a fro, no sza back in control
My verses make ends profitable
Blessing a tool, no license acting a fool
My nephew telling the truth, Back in the booth
Work had me f*cked up back in the Fuse
Game tied like bball shoes, I'm praying that we don't lose, I'll sweep you packing a broom
Yo bm back in the room, I'm finna head back in the room
Smoke all out the window man I think the...
I think the neighbors think I'm smoking, weed smoking weed
I think the neighbors think I'm smoking, weed smoking weed
I think the neighbors think I'm smoking, weed smoking weed hahaha
I think the neighbors think I'm smoking, weed smoking weed
Stop the press, leave the stress, all the doubts
Woes and unhappiness in a desk, locked up in a bando, that can't Nobody living get they hands on
Dawg My mans on, everybody with me gon feel the plot that I plan on
Cop a drop with them bands on, don't stop And gon rain on niggas
All my life I been second to a nigga
But this time I ain't betting on a nigga
Betting on me, learned a lesson on me
Tossed up it now the Ranch on me
Got all the extra keys
You locks ain't f*cking with me, You ain't f*cking with this
Cut the doors off quicker than a slit of the wrist
Roll the dope up and hit it, what you guessing it is?
You ain't messing with this. You ain't checking this shit
Sit back just let me show you, get the backwood leaves unfolded
Don't hold it, let it go, smoke all out the window
Man You know I think the... I think the...
I think the neighbors think I'm selling dope
Smoke weed and get high
Let time pass you by
Enjoy simple things
Lessons love life brings
If you lose control
Pray to save your soul
I light up my blunt
Smoke out the window
Might as well get high, dealing with the world
Got me stressed out why
Care too much won't let shit fly
Man y'all know I'm a stand up guy
So I invited all my closest friends
Took a loan out went and got some ends
Picked my phone up and called the weed man
Said I need an eighth that Cali connection
Got in my car, and hit up the west end
Pulled up and skrrtt to pick up my best friend
Tay answer the phone I know you ain't resting
Okay I'm alone but I was just checking
Got a lil smoke I pulled up to my crib
Rolled up the dope, you smell it in my crib
Tryna light a candle, no telling what that did
Knock, at the door I wonder who that is