Smoke Again - Chance The Rapper, Ab Soul

Mmm, igh

Acid Rap

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

Who smokin' in my car?

It’s that nigga Chano

AKA Mr. Bennett, AK Tony Montano

I’ve got some folks in low end, I got some folks in C-note

AK hundred dinero, you ever seen Casino?

I just got back with 'Bino, I got a bitch but she know

Her friends done did the Dino, that’s that Chicago lingo

Flamin' hots with cheese, and a Kiwi Mistic

My dick won’t even call her, 'cause she left all that lipstick

Niggas be on dirt, that’s why I stay on petty

I know that bangers jam, that’s why my hands stay ready

Flip the candy, yum, that’s the fucking bombest

Lean all on the square, that’s a fuckin' rhombus

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

Who’s sneaking in the club?

That’s that young sir rapper

Un-saran wrap the purple, wrap that blunt under after

Smoke all out the window, cops could eat a dick

If you ain’t the hitter, you just might be the lick

Flame on, flame on, I’m your bitch’s ringtone

She like when I rap raps, but better when I sing songs

No Drake, but I get my Trey on, killin' in the hood like Trayvon

Shoppin' like I got a coupon, savin' like I got a cape on

Cookin' crack in my apron, dressed like a nigga had eight proms

Tell shorty I may change and I made it and I napalm

Trippy shit to watch, drugs while on the clock

Acid on the face, that’s a work of art

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

Soulo ho-ho twerk somethin' (Soulo)

Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin' (Soulo)

I’m so def, I ain’t ever heard nothin'

My name Herb, take herb, smoke herb (Say word?)

How 'bout you?

No dap, but I’ll take a pound or two

No doubt like Gwen Stefani’s group

Look, let me put my mouth where you potty, boo (Igh)

Yeah, them niggas pissed, need potty training

They movement shit, that’s a potty train

She ain’t left yet, but she probably came

We kicked it then I score, soccer game (Yeah)

She was a phony goalie, I got great aim though, don’t insult me (Don't insult

me)

I’ll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me

My name Soulo, 'cause I’m the one and only

She only got you as a nigga on the side

That’s a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie

Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard

Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again (Soul)

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don’t even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do