Milli Smoke & Smarty Baby - SMOKE BOX Lyrics

(Hahaha)
(Milli, ya, uh)
Smoke box got that shit hot (hot)
Fake fans want in but they not (not)
Center of attention for the plot (plot)
Cooking up these hoes in a crock pot
Bad bitch attitude
I'll put it on your face
Call me daddy, baby
Imma put you in your place, aye
Boy this ain't a game
If it was I got the ace, yeah
Bitch I'm taking aim
Everybody stay away, aye
B-Body like a cyclone
I just do my own shit
Bitch you must be tripping
Don't confuse me for a broke bitch
Stalking on my Instagram
Hate it when I post shit
I ain't got no time, baby, leave you f*cking ghosted
Smoke box got that shit hot (hot)
Fake fans want in but they not (not)
Center of attention for the plot (plot)
Cooking up these hoes in a crock pot
I ain't tryna have no babies so I bust it on her dimples, aye
Pussy, weed, and wine, baby, I just keep it simple, uh
Motherf*ckers think they funny, but they Jimmy Kimmel
Tryna catch me slipping but I'm moving way too nimble, aye
New cap on my head
New pack from Budapest
Think I might be Ugly Mane
I'll turn your face to gooey shit
You be on that goofy shit
Bitch, I feel lugubrious
My life is a movie, bitch
Now watch me let the uzi spit, damn
Smoke box got that shit hot (hot)
Fake fans want in but they not (not)
Center of attention for the plot (plot)
Cooking up these hoes in a crock pot