Holy Smoke - Yung Simmie

I’m from the bottom of the bottom, it can’t get no lower

And my hittas ain’t popular

But they pop at your soldier

OG sour my oder

You can’t hang if you sober

I was in a kush coma, but I got straight to the commas

I’m a low-key nigga

I don’t be with the drama

I might fuck on your mama

I been since the jump

I keep the pump in the trunk

Don’t make me aim at you chumps

Tryna sneak diss a nigga

Tryna get famous or some'

You niggas better listen up

Like I’m telling you some'

My whole team eating

We ain’t giving you none

I be up with the roosters

I be up with the sun

In the cut with some shooters

Red beam don’t run

But they be sleeping on the like I ain’t got no credentials

Niggas better check my past cause I been presidential

The Holy Ghost

I pop up I blow holy smoke

Smoke O-G-G-O-D

You can’t smoke with me

My blunt look like a cigar

I’m Simmie Escobar

I like bad bitches, and I like fast cars

You niggas better keep up, I’m playing fast ball

Standing ovation, I graduated from the underdog

They wanna be me, they want my view, they wanna see what I see

The one and only, cause I am who I be

And on the court, competition get smoked like Newports

Could’ve been an athlete if rolling blunts was a sport

But fuck it I hold the torch

I might burn me a nigga

I ain’t feeling like myself, I need the cash not this nigga

I’m plotting on that bag, I’m tryna get a little richer

Niggas acting like they down, and these hoes is gold diggers

Moral of the story, get the cash and just do you

I’m smoking two blunts you can call that shit a part two

Big smokey, big blunts, big smoke session

If you rolling up a swisher, this ain’t your section, yeah

If you rolling up some reggie this ain’t your section

Big smokey