Chance the Rapper — Smoke Again

[Intro: Chance the Rapper] Mmm, igh Acid Rap [Chorus: Chance the Rapper] I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] Who smokin' in my car? It's that nigga Chano AKA Mr. Bennett, AK Tony Montano I've got some folks in low end, I got some folks in C-note AK hundred dinero, you ever seen Casino? I just got back with 'Bino, I got a bitch but she know Her friends done did the Dino, that's that Chicago lingo Flamin' hots with cheese, and a Kiwi Mistic My dick won't even call her, 'cause she left all that lipstick Niggas be on dirt, that's why I stay on petty I know that bangers jam, that's why my hands stay ready Flip the candy, yum, that's the fucking bombest Lean all on the square, that's a fuckin' rhombus [Chorus: Chance the Rapper] I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] Who's sneaking in the club? That's that young sir rapper Un-saran wrap the purple, wrap that blunt under after Smoke all out the window, cops could eat a dick If you ain't the hitter, you just might be the lick Flame on, flame on, I'm your bitch's ringtone She like when I rap raps, but better when I sing songs No Drake, but I get my Trey on, killin' in the hood like Trayvon Shoppin' like I got a coupon, savin' like I got a cape on Cookin' crack in my apron, dressed like a nigga had eight proms Tell shorty I may change and I made it and I napalm Trippy shit to watch, drugs while on the clock Acid on the face, that's a work of art [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Soulo ho-ho twerk somethin' (Soulo) Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin' (Soulo) I'm so def, I ain't ever heard nothin' My name Herb, take herb, smoke herb (Say word?) How 'bout you? No dap, but I'll take a pound or two No doubt like Gwen Stefani's group Look, let me put my mouth where you potty, boo (Igh) Yeah, them niggas pissed, need potty training They movement shit, that's a potty train She ain't left yet, but she probably came We kicked it then I score, soccer game (Yeah) She was a phony goalie, I got great aim though, don't insult me (Don't insult me) I'll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me My name Soulo, 'cause I'm the one and only She only got you as a nigga on the side That's a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again (Soul) So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do