Smoke

Bands over bands

What's the plan on the weekend?

Shawty got a man but my plan's intervening

Throw another grand if you think it's still even

Call a ambulance if you see I'm still geekin'

Burning through this bread like a brand new toaster

Burning through this bread while we sniff out these posers

Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire

Burning through this bread with my financial advisor

I ain't no people-pleaser

I'm not spinning at your party in Ibiza

Thirteen-hour flight for some VCs who don't need ya

Private jets, we all know those be the demons

CO2, VOCs, tell me what I'm breathing

Ancestors, tell me now if you think I'm tweaking

Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons

Burning through this bread like a brand new toaster

Burning through this bread while we sniff out these posers

Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire

Burning through this bread with my financial advisor

Never had a friend be as friendly as BenG

Can't wipe off the grin after seeing where my ends meet

Jumping out the gym, I put gems in my wrist piece

I won't drop no gems till I feel like you're listening

Yeah, loaded TEC

Sitting where they won't expect

I'ma guest on Bouldercrest

Respect but they know I'm west

They ain't coming to see you, Otis

You can tell they want the best

Yeen ever gon' see my motives

Yeen ever gon' beat my motor

Yeen ever gon' reach my opus

But for trying I show respect

You don't really wanna eat that smoke up

You gon' die if you hold your breath

No time to geek, don't roll up

That fire on me, don't roll up

I thank God, He linked the bros up

Every time I hold that check

Bands over bands

What's the plan on the weekend?

Shawty got a man but my plan's intervening

Throw another grand if you think it's still even

Call a ambulance if you see I'm still geekin'

Ancestors, tell me now if you think I'm tweaking

Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons

Burning through this bread like a brand new toaster

Burning through this bread while we sniff out these posers

Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire

Burning through this bread with my financial advisor

Suddenly, there is no more gasoline

No neon signs that read "we're open"

A poor connection

One bar lecture

Two bars down

You could hear her on the phone