Up The Smoke
Offset feat Stunna 4 Vegas
paroles Offset Up The Smoke

Offset - Up The Smoke Lyrics & Traduction

[Offset]
(Young Grind, stop playin' with me
EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
Hey
(Woo, woo
Woo, woo)
Produced by Cre8 (Hey)

[Offset]
Up-up the smoke, diamonds, they choke (Ice, ice, ice)
Fuck my bro (Smash)
I'm in the white Lamborghini, the Pope (White)
Hundred racks, they gon' take your soul (Hundred racks)
Glock with the three and the O (Glock)
Bought a yacht, put the kids on the boat (Yacht)
Put a brick in the fig of the four (Hey, hey)
Got a stick, it's a SIG, it'll blow (Brrt, brrt)
Mix up a four (Woo, woo), my bitch, Margiela on her toes (Margiela, Margiela, Margiela)
Dick up her soul (Woah), look what I did in the bowl (Bowl)
Wipe that boy nose (Wipe), I go get me a bag out the glow (Bag)
I do not troll (Troll, troll), I got pointers, these diamonds are bold

[Offset]
I'm smooth on my feet (Smooth)
My bitches the bad as can be (Bad)
Stack it and pray, go to sleep (Stack it)
I'm at the top of the peak (Hey)
We put baguettes on top of our teeth (Woo)
We put fire right under his beak (Grrah)
I can't lie, I got shooters that creep (Woo)
She from Devry, she gon' suck me to sleep, whoa (Hey)
Switch up the flow, they gon' bite it for show (Hey)
Put the stick on your bitch if you hidin' on low
There's a fifth of these young niggas ready to go (Go)
Richard Mille sit on my wrist, I'm the GOAT (Woah)
Tag on your ho, tag on your toe (Tag)
Baguettes on baguettes, my neck overloaded (Baguettes)
I'm havin' your captain go run to this pole (Captain)
Take off his cap, leave a rat with a hole
Ain't no cap for me (No cap), the trap be jumpin' like athletes (Hey)
I get cash, you see (Cash, cash), Lamborghini, niggas ain't fast as me (Skrrt)
Cookie, gas, the lean (Cookie), I get the bag casually (Bag)
You niggas embarassin' (Hey), this Audemars, this is a masterpiece

[Offset & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Up the smoke (Up it), diamonds, they choke (Ice, ice, ice)
Fuck my bro (Smash), I'm in the white Lamborghini, the Pope (Let's go)
Hundred racks, they gon' take your soul (Uh-huh)
Glock with the three and the O (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Bought a yacht, put the kids on the boat (Uh)
Put a brick in the fig of the four (Hey, hey)
Got a stick, it's a SIG, it'll blow (Four times)
Mix up a four (Woo, woo), my bitch, Margiela on her toes (Margiela, Margiela, Margiela)
Dick up her soul (Woah), look what I did in the bowl (Bowl)
Wipe that boy nose (Slatt), I go get me a bag out the glow (Bag)
I do not troll (Troll, troll), I got pointers, these diamonds are bold (Four times)

[Stunna 4 Vegas]
They wipe his nose if I say so (Yeah)
It's a green light when I say go (Go)
Ayy, what you gon' do for a bankroll? (Cash)
Move like the mob, I got hittas on payroll (Cash)
Twenty racks cash on the lawyer, it's case closed
Rap money turned me to a A-hole (Uh-huh)
Don't tag me when it's gun smoke
I'm tryna knock up your block, like Lego (Okay)
I'm tryna knock you off, send you where nobody knows (Huh)
My ice turned me anemic, but I'm never freezin' when it's time to up the smoke, uh (Ice, ice)
She said she diggin' my flow
I make her suck me and then suck my bro
We knock 'em down by the four (Uh-huh)
I stay workin' with fire at all my shows (On gang)
And I still put .30's up under all my Glicks (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Double D's on my sticks (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Said she don't like me, ho, suck my dick (Suck it)
When there's beef we don't pick and choose
We got more cannons than Nick (Fuck it)
He get put on the news or left on his dick (Ha)
Tryin' me like I'm a lick (Bitch)

[Offset]
Up the smoke, diamonds, they choke (Ice, ice, ice)
Fuck my bro (Smash), I'm in the white Lamborghini, the Pope (White)
Hundred racks, they gon' take your soul (Hundred racks)
Glock with the three and the O (Glock)
Bought a yacht, put the kids on the boat (Yacht)
Put a brick in the fig of the four (Hey, hey)
Got a stick, it's a SIG, it'll blow (Brrt, brrt)
Mix up a four (Woo, woo), my bitch, Margiela on her toes (Margiela, Margiela, Margiela)
Dick up her soul (Woah), look what I did in the bowl (Bowl)
Wipe that boy nose (Wipe), I go get me a bag out the glow (Bag)
I do not troll (Troll, troll), I got pointers, these diamonds are bold


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