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cigarettes
Hip-Hop/Rap
cigarettes was released on January 2, 2026 by elfellasproductions as a part of the album 405
album cover
Album405
Release DateJanuary 2, 2026
Labelelfellasproductions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Braden Woods
Braden Woods
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
prod Jupiter/Setrax/GeoGotbands
prod Jupiter/Setrax/GeoGotbands
Songwriter
Braden Woods
Braden Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
prod Jupiter/Setrax/GeoGotbands
prod Jupiter/Setrax/GeoGotbands
Producer
Braden Woods
Braden Woods
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

BG, I got the bands, huh
Yeah, walk it off, bitch, just walk it off
She say that she love me, fill her up and stuff her jaw
Pass out in these bitch I'm hitting blunts, that run em off
Producer in this bitch asking what beat, I run em all
I tell my hoe no budget in these shit buy out the malls
I only ask one thing from you, lil' baby, drink my balls
Yeah, I hit the bong and help me move up so efficient
Tired everyday but still don't leave without my weapon
Safeguarding this city, throwing love just like a vet
Pornstar in my phone like don't forget some cigarettes
Finish off this blunt before I send her ass to rest
Got too goddamn high, I end up passed out on the bed
I'm too damn high, I'm too damn fly
I'm too damn fye yeah, to deal with all my mind
Yeah, to give it a time, yeah, to deal with all this bullshit
To give her the time, yeah, to deal with all your bullshit
Yeah, like I ain't right, yeah, like I ain't got time
Yeah, I'm too damn high for this bitch to go start crying
Yeah, she passed out in this club before we got too toasted
Yeah, and when she woke up, she blame me, she do so often
Yeah, so often, boring, hoes, I tend to ignore them
They say Braden took off quick, like, damn, I lost him
Yeah, I brought my gang with me, cause I'm real, it's deserve the option
She hit my phone like, why I ain't there? Well, bitch, you crushed him, you crushed him
Bitch, just walk it off, bitch, just walk it off
She say that she love me, fill her up and stuff her jaw
Passed out in this bitch, I'm hitting blunts, that run them off
Producer in this bitch asking what beat, I run em all
I tell my ho, no budget in this shit, buy out the malls
I only ask one thing from you, lil' baby, drink my balls
Yeah, I hit the bong and help me move up so efficient
Tired everyday, but still don't leave without my weapon
Safeguarding this city, throwing love just like a vet
Pornstar in my phone like, don't forget some cigarettes
Finish off this blunt before I send her ass to rest
Got too goddamn high, I end up passed out on the bed
Written by: Braden Woods, prod Jupiter
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