smokey

mist

late night cruising on a graft

smoking on the lemon or the am

rolling in the passenger cause i'm on a ban

not long left now

new whip soon land

superbike daily cause i can

beamer try chase me

yeah it's mad kinda aggy lost the chase on the path

i'm weighing up the math

ain't worth the jail

are you daft?

said it ain't worth the jail

are you daft?

it's getting more active on the night life

oner in the thirty lane hashtag bike life

apnas and kalas

back for you rarse clart

went for a minute now i'm back taking danas

me and shadow in the booth

grip the mic and spit the truth

in the trap with trackies on quick the bike and bali on

man want beef rude boy bring your strally don

you want beef rude boy bring your strally don

cuh' man will get greezy if we have to

three sweets left

slap one might save two

i'm faded off the goose

the high grade too

bare fuckery

bare haters

bare shook youtes

bare fakers

sick made karlas getting paper and now we blowing smokey at a hater

sick made kalas getting paper we ain't worried about no haters we just out here getting paper

games getting deep

it's got me thinking telepathic

shit got messy can't say too graphic

no french montana when i tell 'em don't panic

couple apnas kalas cause damage

stepped in the whip i strapped ammy

looked to the sky panoramic hashtag jam it

frowning in the passenger hashtag slam it black max brannin black max brannin

stepped out aim to the sky buss a strap out here conspiring off banks yeah we in the trap

traps so fast you getting lapped

out here floating like a tap yet you're moving like a cat

plus we got traps for the rats

slide through your ends all black

slide in the click click clap

yeah i'm moving andy on the map

sick made kala getting paper

Full Lyrics: smokey - mist