Up the Smoke - Stunna 4 Vegas

Lately I can tell You getting pretty sick of me To tell you the truth, I've had about enough of me too All this cursing and fighting Who's wrong and who's right and It don't mean a thing It don't mean a damn thing 'Cause the grass ain't always greener Just like we're always told You may not have the winning hand But you ain't got to fold And it just seems that much warmer When you coming from a cold 'Cause things ain't always better Up the road People they'll be talkin', Rest assure they always do They got it off sussed out Everything that we go through Let's give them all the finger Tell them where they can go What do they know What in the hell do they know 'Cause the grass ain't always greener Just like we're always told You may not have the winning hand But you ain't got to fold And it just seems that much warmer When you coming from a cold 'Cause things ain't always better Up the road Things ain't always better up the road Things ain't always better up the road, Yeah 'Cause the grass ain't always greener Just like we're always told You may not have the winning hand But you ain't got to fold And it just seems that much warmer When you coming from a cold 'Cause things ain't always better, Up the road Things ain't always better up the road Things ain't always better up the road Things ain't always better up the road Things ain't always better up the road

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now

I got 20 on my beat, bitch (Lil' bitch) Uh, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga (I got 20 on my beat, huh?) Fuck a nigga (4X, 4X, gang) Uh, uh, uh (4 Way, you get this shit the Glo way), uh Fuck a nigga and his clique too (Fuck a nigga and his clique) We beat a nigga drunk or draw down That's how my clique move, uh, uh (Huh? Come here) I got millions on my mental (Cash) I just signed a deal, I'll still slide in a rental (Uh, uh, uh, bow) Uh, diss who? (Huh?) Nigga diss me, we gon' make your family miss you (Poof) Thought I was a referee, Lil Stunna too official Lil' thot can suck and fuck but no, I won't kiss you (Thot, thot) Uh, I won't miss you (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Yeah, I won't leave the house without my pistol (I won't) Go back and forth with the rappin' My lil' niggas gon' get you, uh (Get him outta here) Try and flip you, they blitz you I bet you wish you wouldn't got into this shit (Come here, huh?) When they at your door like the rent due, yeah (Bow-bow-bow) I can't spoil a bitch food (Uh) I get it back and cash out at the mall Spent three racks on a fit, ooh (Yuh) Fuck it, I might buy a glick too (Uh, uh) I ain't nothin' like these friendly-ass rappers I'm not with you, I'm against you (Fuck) Overlap 'em, I'm fin' to (Yeah) My punchlines hit like the stick move (Yeah) She wanna fuck, she get hit with the spin move (Huh?) Bitch, give me your mouth, your dental (Thot, thot) She suck the dick 'til I'm finished (Yeah) Uh, she suckin' me in minutes (Uh) I cannot hate 'cause I get cake He want a verse, I need 10K (Ha) Cash, I ran through plenty Rich youngin, I come turn up in your city for a twenty Ooh, I got on my beat, 20, Glock .23 hold .22 Don't tell me what you finna do (Fuck) Go with your move, we do a nigga pitiful (Yeah) I ain't tryna talk with my revenue Fuck nigga can't come to my avenue (Gang) I'm on a roll, I'm travelin' Two gigs one night, that's a bag or two That get spent on designer shoes, uh (Uh) And designer shit, rockstar my feet Balenciaga kicks (Uh) A in for my bros what I'm tryna get (Huh?) Then a nigga got rich, y'all punched me in Hang with the opps, you one of them Play with this shit and we up on them Four times, they know not to fuck with them (Four times) Uh, they like, "Stunna, where the fuck your mixtape?" Hol' up, nigga (Get off my dick) I'm finna fuck yo' bitch face (Yo' bitch, nigga) I'ma drop that shit when I want to, bitch, wait (Huh, huh?) He a whole dub, eat him up, he a fish plate (Come here) Pops shoulda used a rubber, nigga, you a mistake (Pussy) Punch me in, call me Mister One Take (Punch me in) She get off work, eat that dick up for lunch break (Thot) I don't give a fuck what they gon' say, nigga Play it, get sent up like blessings on a Sunday, huh?

I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh) Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh) I told all my jits to play they part (Gang) We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times) These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom) My whip don't need no key to start (Boom) My whip don't need no key to go (Vroom) I drop shit (Boom), he peed a roll (Peed a roll) They slangin' that five, what you need it for? (Bitch) Hope you ready to die, we in demon mode (Let's go) We armed and we ready to crank (We armed) Big charm and my piece in the sink (Ice) I get 'em stank on the way to the bank (Bitch) Want this and get blitzed, What the fuck did hе think? (What the fuck did he think?) Ridin' 'round with that Glock like Marshall Fox (Boom, boom) Bitch, wе want war (Boom, boom), fuck martial law (Boom) I kick her out, like martial arts (Ha, thot) Her nigga broke, but that's his fault (Pussy) I make her spread them legs apart (Come on) Pull a hot girl down, she give me jaw (Uh) Bitch, I'm the one like I can't handle 'em (Uh) I can have them killers layin' in your yard (Uh, uh) Drop a check and get 'em wet (Bow) Lace your kicks, we finna step (Lace up) Smile in her face, I get her wet (Uh) Pop a Perc', we havin' perfect sex (Uh uh) She like, "Big 4, you fuck the best" (Okay) Pull out and bust all on her chest (Come on) He say it's smoke, oh, that's a bet (Bitch) We pop and lay his ass to rest (Gang) Hit from the back and hold my rod (Uh) She say, "Stunna, boy, you hard" (Uh, uh) I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh) Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh) I told all my jits to play they part (Gang) We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times) These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom) My whip don't need no key to start (Boom) My ice don't need no flash to bling (Ice ice) Glock .23, attach the beam (Bow) These niggas rats, they eatin' the cheese (Rat) She give me the kitty, I ain't gettin' teased (Uh) We in the Bentley, I'm chuckin' out B's (Sticks) Stunna the sickness, I ain't got no disease (Uh-huh) Pull out the blicky, we givin' 'em Z's (Bah bah) We gettin' ignant, we clearin' the scene (Bah, bah) We can handle the business, let's run up 'em M's (Cheese) She can get freaky, I fuck on film (Hee) Run up on an opp and knock off a limb (Come here) We pull up shots like we at the gym (Shoot) We make him meet the reaper, gone (Uh) He playin' and I pop out his brim (Come here, bitch) Hop in that water, I hope you can swim (Fuck you want?) Bitch, we chop the beef like a blend (Boom, boom) Hit from the back and hold my rod (Uh) She say, "Stunna, boy, you hard" (Uh, uh) I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh) Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh) I told all my jits to play they part (Gang) We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times) These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom) My whip don't need no key to start (Boom)