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Smoke Tree Lyrics by Bankroll Mafia

Bankroll Mafia

2016

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Bitch can't kill my vibe
Bitch can't kill my vibe
I was on percs and weed and drink
She tried to look in my eyes
But I had the Dior's on, she can't
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
I'm sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
Fire in that blunt
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
I get the molly, the drank and the weed
I give you extendo, it's only my treat
I don't wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
Just smoke trees, hol' up
[Verse 1: Shad da God]
Gotta ride with TIP
Gotta keep it dirty dick
Got a Puerto Rican bitch, she on Miami grit
Just turn up, these streets gon' pay me
This girl keep bankroll hold
My one hoe got that new Mercedes
Can't kill my vibe when I'm on them percs
And all that drink me lately
Think I'm gonna be slim like shady
You fuckin' with a Bankroll baby
Nigga might fuck around me, that chopper dead like Sammy Davis
Balling like Sammy Sosa, put her up in a Rover
[Chorus: Shad da God]
Bitch can't kill my vibe
I was on percs and weed and drink
She tried to look in my eyes
But I had the Dior's on, she can't
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
I'm sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
Fire in that blunt
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
I get the molly, the drank and the weed
I give you extendo, it's only my treat
I don't wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
Just smoke trees, hol' up
[Verse 2: T.I.]
In the wee hours of every morning
Yeah we up with that money and steady going
Your hoe know I ain't gon' get out
When I pull up she sitting 'round listening for Bentley horns
That bankroll's so necessary
You crowd me, that action ain't mandatory
Can't compare us, I ain't in your category
Still I'm the shit like a lavatory
Ain't gon' go back and forth
Got your bitch head down south and her ass up north
Give her ass what she askin' for
When I finish she tell me my dick is spectacular
Make her suck on it like Dracula
Right 'fore she back it up, so impressed with my vernacular
Then make her a private jet passenger
Mile in the sky, poppin' molly, enjoying the high
[Chorus: Shad da God]
Bitch can't kill my vibe
Bitch can't kill my vibe
I was on percs and weed and drink
She tried to look in my eyes
But I had the Dior's on, she can't
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
I'm sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
Fire in that blunt
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
I get the molly, the drank and the weed
I give you extendo, it's only my treat
I don't wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
Just smoke trees, hol' up
[Verse 3: London Jae]
Act like you know I'mma kill it
Act like you know I'm the realest
Act like these bitches ain't gon' chase this money
I'mma throw that shit to the ceiling
Oh what a feeling, been at this shit for a minute
Ain't no safety on the folder, the clip is extended
My t-shirt is extended, my jeans is skinny
Bitch I come straight out them trenches
Finally motherfuckin' rich now, I don't care about no bitch now
Just cop me a six now, [?] will blast it
Run through that bitch I don't [?] now
Flying through traffic
Bitch I'm a savage
Young, rich and flashy
Only fuck with the baddest
All about my cabbage
[Chorus: Shad da God]
Bitch can't kill my vibe
Bitch can't kill my vibe
I was on percs and weed and drink
She tried to look in my eyes
But I had the Dior's on, she can't
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
I'm sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
Fire in that blunt
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
I get the molly, the drank and the weed
I give you extendo, it's only my treat
I don't wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
Just smoke trees, hol' up

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