Smoke DZA - Leana Horns lyrics

Ft. Al-Doe, NymLo & R.F.C. (Intro) Yeah, it's the Kush God Smoke DZA And ya now listenin' to Leana Horns ft. my brothers Al-Doe and NymLo (Verse: Smoke DZA) (Kush God, b**h, lost under commission) (f** all the bullsh**) Right, push backwards and blow duthies Smoke luxury, n***a flow been ugly Since Huffies, n***as can't f** with me Damn near made rugby Back track make yo memory fuzzy Headed up by me, I'm hot I'm back to back with Ras He pa** the pot, so gra** A lot seen, good energy, good vibes and Whether in the hood or on the good island Errbody rap, errbody whylin' Smooth roads neva made good drivers Clear skies neva made good pilots Smoke DZA, n***a, only one, and I'm him Big n***a with the stands on Kushed Godzilla, crush everything my hands on Pillow talkin', get that n***a some tampons This real sh**, rare form (Hook break) (Verse 2: Al-Doe) Tax free, dark drinkin' Macallo and Jack D. Johnny Walker, only sippin' if it's blue label All my n***as is tastin', we at the cool table Outta town breaks, music of the d**, you know I'm around base Ten plates, no, I do ??? The black J mean the tooth-o heart Still sellin' on this Buddho God I just caught a flight, had to serve Bruno Mars I stay clean, sick of rattin' some shades, I'm James Dean If I'm meetin' with ye in the same team I got jinky eye b**hes that model for Beijing Ha, drug dealer, I was born that Stay around keys and drums, now where my horns at? (Hook break) Yeah, it's the Kush God Smoke DZA And ya now listenin' to Leana Horns ft. my brothers Al-Doe and NymLo Really f**in' cool ride (Verse 3: NymLo) Koheeba in my ashtray Blonde shotgun is my Cuban She only here on a Visa tho' I taught her to tell the FEDs she a student It's only right cuz she give me brain She love a fly n***a so I dress plain I could f** around and fly into the towers Thought it off for 50 cent, now I got power Now I got powder, heaven on the sour Plus the Mac11 for these muthaf**in' cowards Young short stop, look, they runnin' to the base You f** my money up, you get a gun into yo face The beat knockin', streets watchin' In my block fo'eva high, they no heat droppin' It's get money or die, ain't no three options And b**h, you get my n***as off, she like three co*kring(?) Slow