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[Chorus]
(Woo) I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
These dudes softer than a pillow in the kitchen
That boy so soft, yeah, he fold under pressure, no kidding
I sip my drink, I don’t need nothing extra with me
They let the dogs out the spot? You a kitty
I’m from Atlanta, where they’ll test you for pennies
[Verse 1]
I’m from the peach state, I’m reppin’ my city
All in her smile like a big panoramic
Met the wrong crowd, now her whole night got tragic
Help out the old heads still workin’ and scrapin’
They left my pops in the struggle, abandoned him
Now that I’m grown up, I start understanding him
Movin’ with focus, with rhythm and stamina
I got the fans and they cheer from the bannister
Nobody safe, sendin’ bars at your manager
Fifty thousand a show, yeah, that’s minimum
These washed-up rappers want noise ’cause they miserable
You losing your cool over me? That’s incredible
L-look at your chain, your diamonds invisible
Look at my shine, this thing look like a visual
These dudes talk loud, but they really seem miserable
[Bridge]
I-I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
[Verse 2]
I’m up in mansions, I’m driving a Bentley
My girl, she spent her allowance on Fenty
Rock out the show like I’m Kravitz or Lenny
Don’t deal with fakes, man, they way too offended
We do the dash in the Dodge or the Camry
I go to bed in designer pajamas, fancy
Boy, you just mad, all that talk sounding frantic
I rap ’bout things that you don’t understand yet
I just threw twenty thousand, the room got dramatic
My shorty shining, she bright like a Starburst
Too much loud in the air, and my driver like, “Darn, sir”
Wanting this smoke with me, that’s only bad work
Wanting this smoke with me, that’s just a bad turn
Winning so big, got ’em shocked in the camera
Shorty so clean, white fit from Alabama
All of this style got me sharp like a planner
Old heads would cook up a dream from a skillet
They used to say they was making a biscuit
And you keep working your craft with precision
Built from the bottom, no help with the dishes
I treat these haters like they just be trippin’
Smack DVD, turn it up, now they listen
I’m in the tub gettin’ peace and I’m grinnin’
[Chorus]
(Woo) I-I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’
These dudes softer than a pillow in the kitchen
That boy so soft, yeah, he fold under pressure, no kidding
I sip my drink, I don’t need nothing extra with me
They let the dogs out the spot? You a kitty
I’m from Atlanta, where they’ll test you for pennies
Details
GeneratedApr 19, 2026
Duration2:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Ken Carson Opium rage trap, Atlanta street flex, auto-tuned chaotic rap, heavy 808s, smoke adlibs, trap energy
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