Trapbo' Chad - Smoke Raws, f**a Cigar lyrics

Smokin raws f**a cigar trapbo chizaaaah Ridin the city on a money run pick up Back in a flash pack a bong that I rip up You needa getcha cash faster, quicka b**h im Smokin raws f**a cigar trapbo chizaaaah Sicker than the sickest kickin back ina pick up Quick, im in a hurry in and out like a stick up Pay the clerk in 1's, make her think ima strippaaa Im kiddin, in it to win a couple bucks Smoke a couple jernts, roll a couple more up sh** ill break you off a piece of this chicken Take a dickin pretty quick and get back to the kitchen Im hungry… im too busy trackin down this money Speed up the pace that you makin that sandwich for me Loadin up a raw cone fulla sticky gold Ya girl said I could smash without a condom on Holmes and I hit it too no worries Hit spitta on twitter and askem if he heard this You only get what you put in, but sh** im workin Im workin til I my work could make my jernt forever burning Smokin raws f**a cigar trapbo chizaaaah Ridin the city on a money run pick up Back in a flash pack a bong that I rip up You needa getcha cash faster, quicka b**h im Im smokin raws f**a cigar, yo girl makin me dinnaa bu*ter milk biscuits and a 10 oz ribeye She leave the crib, stupid high to get back to you Did I fool ya? Naaa homie…. Are you a fool? yeeeeaaaaa Whatchu doin homie? I see whatcha doin wrong… Figure it out on ya own, it shouldn't take you long Smokin out the crib when there ain't no one at home Blowin smoke outta my lungs back at packin the bong Back at slapin the gong, b**h im back in the beat Bobbin and weavin thru the bull, stay on top of ya feet Stay on ya grind, hope that the rail don't e-n-d When my homie done witcha you gon needa emt Smokin raws f**a cigar trapbo chizaaaah Walk up in the crib hit the couch put my kicks up