[Chorus: I-20]
I`mmmm smokin dro, choppin O`s
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I`mmmm smokin dro, choppin O`s
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty
[Tity Boi]
See I`m addicted to this fast life, it`s hard to slow me down
when ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain`t around
You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip
when we started choppin O`s off in this empty apartment
See I was, standin in the track, and my back is the target
With a hammer on my side lookin like I`m layin carpets
See you flip it `til you get it nigga, we hangin like this cable
On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur
See I`m ridin and I`m blowin on twenty dollar bills
Cause we, only got that gold; you can`t buy regular around here
Stayin true to the prestige and the, economic status
I still stacked 100 G`s stayin in my momma`s attic
Stackin under Kraft-matics, willie sleepin on the cheese
See we got ki`s and the D`s and the P`s and TV`s
And I`m ridin in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley
on the block, with the top back, blowin out that (?)
[Chorus - 2X]
[I-20]
You know I-20 ridin Regal`s - cuttin cutters
since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit
A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin pretty
If it`s dro, or the sticky I need, I`m hittin Tity
on my system knock so loud (loud) they call the cops on me
Ladies show that ass proud (proud) and make it drop for me
This is how a nigga ride (ride) in A.T.L.
and if the twelve drop pull me over (over) I hide the scales
Blowin dro out the song booth, with windows tinted
Ridin clean down Old Campbellton Road, y`all know who in it
Got my seat pushed w Send " Smokin Dro" Ringtone to your Cell