my mattress It was lil Derrick he told me he cliquing up wit Attrice [???] and I'ma let 'em flow And you dont cross Smoked Outt or that 504 I seen my
Smoked outt millionaire iceberg rocker Got tired of driven' cars and bought a bently helicopter Baby nephew Derrick, thats who I am My mama named Durkie and my daddy named Yan Smoked
dry rice Wodie I ain't right I got my chopper in my trunk and my vest wit me I'm bout to go scoop up Lil Derrick out that STP [Smoked Outt Records Members
be honest You love that fuckin 'erb huh now be honest That is what yo boys serve huh now be honest That Melph got that dope huh now be honest On fire bout to smoke
(feat. Lil Derrick) [Talking] I wanna holla at them hummer drivers, ya heard me Them motorbike ryders, them Benz ryders My nigga Chuck, ya heard me
respect my mind get outta line and I'ma hit ya from behind nigga I told ya I'm soulja and thats on the real Smoked Outt be the shit Make you bitches feel
working with six figures top of the line nigga) Oh sheit I'm like Jigga nigga 8 figures baby Shit i done smoked you outt My nigga chuck in this bitch
coming real, do you feel what I feel? Listen to my skills, before your cap get peeled This game aint no joke, nigga get smoked buy the hour Transportin
[Derrick Talking] Wussup? Its all gravy baby My earings some of you niggaz cost (Ya nah what im sayin?) Some of you niggaz Lexus's some of you niggaz
Mother Mother May I Sit back and tell you how I feel up inside Of how you rised me from a kid where only tha strong survive You gave me discipline for
2:] I love it when they call me big poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa Look I gots ta catch the first thing smokin the cali And hit one of
pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records
paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd, smokin
we burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still shady records you better believe the hype is real this is no joke, I don't smoke
with a fifth of burb we wig to the curb so we swerve And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse Smoke jump outta
niggas Then trying to figure out what I say I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there Just don't get in my way Hear my records feel my presence
John Paul the 2nd, prayin to Satan Have your vegan girlfriend cookin up bacon on barbituates with that shit that you hit Smoke my spliffs withcha, cause
