[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)