Lil Duke
Smoked
[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yeah
Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats)
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke
Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch
Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know
Young n***a slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never offer no handout
N***a tried me and it's man down
Put that shit out and I stand out
The boys in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I fuck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball like the clan
Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Rollin' the green at the red light
I'm blowing that dope, get my head right
I coke, but that drank got my head straight
You really the word, now it's their way
You see me flown up in this time cup
I cut that check then I'm bouncin'
All of this green that I'm countin'
With mula that I got for allowance
N***a, you better pay homage
N***a, you better pay something
We gon' pull up with them drones
OG all up in my lungs
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke
Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch
Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know
Young n***a slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never offer no handout
N***a tried me and it's man down
Put that shit out and I stand out
The boys in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I fuck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball like the clan
Geekin we booted , know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
I sip, I can roll out the gas
I thinkin' I left for my past
All of them n***as got blasters
We used to run on the masses
Ballin', I never had it
Got it out the mud, bitch I'mma serve it
Bitches, they chasin' them diamonds, they harassing
Every time I'm the booth, it's a classic
I had to get on my shit
Came from the trenches I'm tryna get rich
City, the city, now everything lit
Set them racks on me, I came with a trench
Fuck is you talkin' about, fuck all that insta shit
Young n***as going, they going, they going out the room
30 on round, get hit with an SU clip
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke
Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch
Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know
Young n***a slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never offer no handout
N***a tried me and it's man down
Put that shit out and I stand out
The boys in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I fuck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball like the clan
Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'