Smoke (Новинки 2023)

Текст песни Скриптонит and Benny the Butcher - Smoke (Новинки 2023)

Whip flies through the city tunnels
On a backseat with Chinese noodles
Know my way, I don't need no Google (Google)
NFT jewel (this goes hard)

I don't need to look smart or brutal
Just like I don't need no approval, true though, true though
Ready to shit on subconscious
Came on own gas, no advances (now we got copyright)
Now we got copyrights, lawyers and margins
Employees and many options
Took a technique with momma milk, not through one hundred bill (mm-mm)
There's no economy
This award got no fucking nominees
None of my homies are looking for harmony

They tryna pull us on politic
We trying to fight with monopoly by monopoly
Not tired to smoking this broccoli
But probably tired of looking for some new philosophy
And numbers, this is what I believe always (always)
None of these bitches been hopeful, me even more so
Now even not Coco, taking them nose off
They crossed the line, and now they all crossed off
Bridges is burned, but we also made 'em high with that smoke
Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke, smoke)

Made 'em high with that smoke
Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)
Made 'em high with that smoke
Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)
Made 'em high with that smoke
Made 'em high with that smoke (yeah)
Made 'em high with that smoke (yeah)
Made 'em high

Kept it to gangster to fall off the throne
These niggas don't know what it took me (took me a lot)
To get where I'm at, I made songs about the trap
Just to get these promoters to book me (book me)
Made another 250 this month
And these hoes know my body
So that's for these niggas (bitch-ass niggas)
She put 89 in that little baby blue Benz
That hoe told me gas too expensive (I know)

And I'm in your city the middle of nowhere
Places I be, they tell me not to go there
Shopping in Saks, they think I got a show here (yeah)
I want to the airport this morning with no gear
I put this watch on you, probably feel cold air (whoo)
I said, "I like no hair" she said, "Don't you go there"

Niggas, bring up my name I don't care
I put the stick on, um, it won't be no fear
You talking jugling I'm one of the best
Grinding 'til one, we can summons what's left (my nigga)
I gave 'em Coco in front of my steps then
Iced out the logo in front of my chest
We talking numbers discussing a check
When you a hustler then what you expect?
You put that money up cover the bet
You fucking with gang that's Russian Roulette (the butcher coming) nigga

Made 'em high with that smoke
Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)
Made 'em high with that smoke
Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)
Made 'em high with that smoke
Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)
Made 'em high with that smoke
Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)