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Lyrics
16,000 square
8 million up there, 2 million down here

When I was born, Grandmama could see it
I be Bentley driven and very strategic
R.M. sleeve, no diamonds are needed
Floors are heated, so be it, so be it
F****** wit’ P, get something immediate
Your soul don’t like your body, we help you free it
Then we wait for TMZ to leak it
It ain’t no secret, so be it, so be it

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it

C-L-I-P-S-E, epi
8 ball, LV
I can show you how to bust a brick if you let me
I monogram like confetti
Switches ready
She leaning on Celine cause she ain’t stepping in Giuseppe
Catch a buck 50 like each Pirelli
I got 8 of ‘em, call me Andretti
If I’m not in the telly selling the yeti
Then I’m twirling your b**** like she in spaghetti
Heavy, circle back and come and get this Kelly
And your ears too if you want ‘em blue like Belly
Lotta jetting, Prada bedding
911’s, I’m the who’s who with what’s what
Papa heaven
F*** around and get your body traced tryna test me
Cause n***** that I’m wit’ like to draw when it’s sketchy
If they catch me, don’t forget me
Resurrect me
Buy a dog tag the same place that they baguette me
Ski

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it, So be it

You ain’t solid
Ain’t valid, you ain’t Malice
Been quiet
Ain’t riot, you ain’t Paris
Blow money, you owe money
We ain’t balanced
You ain’t believe, God did
You ain’t Khaled
All black
Back to back, this ain’t traffic
Can’t wrap your head ‘round that
You ain’t Arab
Y’all tweet, bird talk
We all parrots
Lone star, cross the boarder
We like Dallas
21 gun salute
We been savage
Tag ‘em up, add ‘em up
Them n***** average
Fly ‘em in, fly ‘em out
Only the baddest
If I had her then you had her, she never mattered
Wish upon the stars on my roof
They all scattered
Ain’t no more Neptunes so P’s Saturn
Off the first ski up, they re-up
It’s a pattern
Like middle men they killing them
You know what happened
Ski

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it

You cried in front of me
You died in front of me
Calabasas took your b**** and your pride in front of me
Heard Utopia had moved right up the street
And her lip gloss was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eat
The net gon’ call it the way that they see it
But I got the video, I can share and A.E. it
They wouldn’t believe it but I can’t unsee it
Lucky I ain’t TMZ it
So be it, so be it

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it, So be it

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