Roc Marciano

No Smoke
I dream of Jeannie in that Hermès bikini Listen, yo Yo I dream of Jeannie in that Hermès bikini Drivin' in Avendator Lamborghini Somewhere in Fiji, sippin' mojitos and martinis While Trump tweetin' quotes from Mussolini Shit I'm trying to raise my Kundalini We all about our chicken and that fettuccine My jeans are DSquared, my shoes are Buscemi Son was, chewing zucchini, eating linguine Shit got, hot and steamy Send shots to his beanie I'm from a block where they watching the schemin' Plottin' and squattin', with the chopper then squeeze it Let it fly then disappear like Houdini Past the crime scene make sure his food was finished Found his body laid on 129 and Lenox Them hittas was out of town let 'em know who did it (Man them niggas come from OT) A far throw, that's where his soul was sentenced (Fuckin' lame ass nigga) The nigga fold 'cause he told on his codefendant (Word boy, that nigga outta here man) He broke code when he told on his codefendant Letras de canciones Gold frames and gold chains, you chump change Changin' lanes in the Mulsanne I'm smooth like suede, your real estate sprayed like a shootin' range I got shooters for days, ain't nothing new I'm still doin' thangs I still clean my jewelry with toothpaste Drivebys in Taurus SHO Silent murders with the crossbow (mmmmm) Might blow this whole elbow, you fuckin' wit me? Hell no Rain hail snow, I smell like coke Might drop in ammo belts and coats Kel-Tec's held close The Colt 40 got the elephant nose You already know how the other shit goes That's my word, these proverbs Niggas waitin' on my return, I had some time to burn What's a broken promise worth? These are honest words Momma I'm just tryna earn a dime to calm my nerves Flyin' spurs swerve, all kind of furs Where drive-bys occur, watch pies get turned The flyest bird, you must be high on sherm You got nerve, they might have to buy you a iron shirt (woo!) (Can't fuck with me boy, fuck outta here bum ass) My bitch a white fox, go get your shinebox (go get it) You ridin' or not? I have ya body tied in a knot Bacardi Limon on the rocks Diamonds all on the watch You ain't got the chops to trade shots The chopper weigh a lot, the tripod keep it stabilized Dudes paying with your lives To spray you is just a favor to the gods Sacrifice you nigga Take you to the altar nigga Drop you in a volcano bitch, got me packin' my bag Yeah, all that good shit Light yo' ass up, boy From Letras Mania