Smoke

(Woo) I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

These dudes softer than a pillow in the kitchen

That boy so soft, yeah, he fold under pressure, no kidding

I sip my drink, I don’t need nothing extra with me

They let the dogs out the spot? You a kitty

I’m from Atlanta, where they’ll test you for pennies

I’m from the peach state, I’m reppin’ my city

All in her smile like a big panoramic

Met the wrong crowd, now her whole night got tragic

Help out the old heads still workin’ and scrapin’

They left my pops in the struggle, abandoned him

Now that I’m grown up, I start understanding him

Movin’ with focus, with rhythm and stamina

I got the fans and they cheer from the bannister

Nobody safe, sendin’ bars at your manager

Fifty thousand a show, yeah, that’s minimum

These washed-up rappers want noise ’cause they miserable

You losing your cool over me? That’s incredible

L-look at your chain, your diamonds invisible

Look at my shine, this thing look like a visual

These dudes talk loud, but they really seem miserable

I-I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I’m up in mansions, I’m driving a Bentley

My girl, she spent her allowance on Fenty

Rock out the show like I’m Kravitz or Lenny

Don’t deal with fakes, man, they way too offended

We do the dash in the Dodge or the Camry

I go to bed in designer pajamas, fancy

Boy, you just mad, all that talk sounding frantic

I rap ’bout things that you don’t understand yet

I just threw twenty thousand, the room got dramatic

My shorty shining, she bright like a Starburst

Too much loud in the air, and my driver like, “Darn, sir”

Wanting this smoke with me, that’s only bad work

Wanting this smoke with me, that’s just a bad turn

Winning so big, got ’em shocked in the camera

Shorty so clean, white fit from Alabama

All of this style got me sharp like a planner

Old heads would cook up a dream from a skillet

They used to say they was making a biscuit

And you keep working your craft with precision

Built from the bottom, no help with the dishes

I treat these haters like they just be trippin’

Smack DVD, turn it up, now they listen

I’m in the tub gettin’ peace and I’m grinnin’

(Woo) I-I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’

These dudes softer than a pillow in the kitchen

That boy so soft, yeah, he fold under pressure, no kidding

I sip my drink, I don’t need nothing extra with me

They let the dogs out the spot? You a kitty

I’m from Atlanta, where they’ll test you for pennies