ELLZ-“Smokin Dat Wakko”
Автор: Lyndon Johnson
Загружено: 2026-01-25
Просмотров: 64
Описание:
(Intro)
Yeah (skrrt)
its Ellz (woo)
Bad batch in the air (cough)
Uh, uh, uh
(Chorus)
Smokin’ dat wakko, straight out the zip (wak)
Ash in the air, got stars on my fit (ice)
Count up the profit, I don’t even trip (nah)
Phone stay jumpin’, another whole flip (ring)
Smokin’ dat wakko, lungs feel numb (cough)
Came from the bottom, now look what I’ve done (woo)
Hate in they eyes, but my shine too bright (glow)
Still up all night, yeah, we lit for life
(Verse 1)
Back of the coupe, smell like money and smoke (skrrt)
Bad lil’ vibe, she just do what I wrote (yeah)
Margins fat, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout waist (nah)
Everything quick, gotta move at a pace
Labels keep callin’, I’m dodgin’ the talk (nope)
I want the advance, not the walk (uh)
Drip so loud, need a mute on the fit (ice)
Whole lotta commas, they glued to the script
Came in the game with a chip on my shoulder (chip)
Now it’s just trophies and ice gettin’ colder (brr)
They want the sauce but don’t know the recipe
I’m with the dawgs, yeah, the pack never lesser me
(Chorus)
Smokin’ dat wakko, straight out the zip (wak)
Ash in the air, got stars on my fit (ice)
Count up the profit, I don’t even trip (nah)
Phone stay jumpin’, another whole flip (ring)
Smokin’ dat wakko, lungs feel numb (cough)
Came from the bottom, now look what I’ve done (woo)
Hate in they eyes, but my shine too bright (glow)
Still up all night, yeah, we lit for life
(Verse 2)
Neon lights, city never go sleep (nah)
I was down bad, had to grind, no cheat
Now it’s first class, feet kicked up (yeah)
Talk that tough, get zipped right up
Chains do a dance when I walk through (ice)
Whole room freeze like a statue (brr)
She like my aura, say I’m too smooth (okay)
I just smile, let the numbers move
Private phone, no leaks, no names
Real ones eat, no time for games
I been that guy, they late to the wave
I make it rain, then skate away
(Bridge)
Wak-wak (cough)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
Ellz in the buildin’ (skrrt)
(Verse 3)
Trap go boom, 808 slap (boom)
Whole squad up, we ain’t lookin’ back
Pressure on me, I breathe it in (in)
Turn every loss to a win again
Talkin’ that wild, but they keyboard brave
I been outside, gettin’ paid-paid
Paper so tall it block out the sun
Smokin’ dat wakko ‘til the day done
(Chorus)
Smokin’ dat wakko, straight out the zip (wak)
Ash in the air, got stars on my fit (ice)
Count up the profit, I don’t even trip (nah)
Phone stay jumpin’, another whole flip (ring)
Smokin’ dat wakko, lungs feel numb (cough)
Came from the bottom, now look what I’ve done (woo)
Hate in they eyes, but my shine too bright (glow)
Still up all night, yeah, we lit for life
(Outro)
Yeah (woo)
Ellz (skrrt)
Smokin’ dat wakko (cough)
I'm gone 🛫
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