[Intro: Roy Kunk Lug]

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch


[Chorus: Roy Kunk Lug]

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)


[Verse 1: Roy Kunk Lug]

Hey lil' baby, you just short of fucking crazy

You a psychedelic, razor sharp, motherfucking rager, baby

Smokin’, smokin’ loud, always got me lookin' down

You focused on relations or are you thinkin’ ‘bout a pound?


[Chorus: Roy Kunk Lug]

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)


[Verse 2: Roy Kunk Lug]

I’ll take you to the moon, I know they got nice rocks

Thugga talked some slime, said that they’ll knock off your socks

Furthermore I’m trippin', lookin' madly for the opps

You simply sit and relax and lick at your fuckin' chops


[Chorus: Roy Kunk Lug]

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)


[Verse 3: Roy Kunk Lug]

Peace and quiet, I’m askin’ nicely

I don’t think a question mark has ever been so pricey

She can’t comprehend, she’s stuck in her own head

She loves all the fuckin' noise, it helps her go to bed


[Chorus: Roy Kunk Lug]

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)


[Verse 4: Roy Kunk Lug]

My mother doesn’t like smokers, my bitch is packin’ fat

Smoked her up on Sunday evening, took a backseat to the dab

Couple hours later, I see them both talkin’ hella mad

I guess these weed-hatin’ genes are from my motherfucking dad


[Chorus: Roy Kunk Lug]

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (Do you smoke?)

Do you smoke, bitch?

I don’t smoke, bitch (No you don’t)